#the fanfic I fell on that was line this had all these teams in it that's what I'm tagging them

[littlefankingdom]

I am really envious of the confidence some people have.

What do you mean "I have never read or consume any Batman or DC media, I just read some fanfics. Here is mine ♡" ? How???

Meanwhile, I'm so stressed about making any mistakes that I always queue my posts, I delete any post I made a single mistake in, I'm going through pages and pages of fandom wiki for my fics, I looked up every map of Gotham that was ever made to determine if some place was from walking distance from the other, I have yet to finish or publish any fic because what if there's something wrong and I'm just too ignorant to see it. I cannot make a single mistake or I will combust.

It's not fair, how do some people get "you will not give a shit at all, no shame" and I get "you care so much it is killing you". Why was it not mixed and shared between all of us so we all get a healthy amount of fuck to give???

[kisses4reid]

big change | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

summary - cutting spencer’s hair results in more than just a ‘big change’ appearance wise.

genre - fluff!!!!! cutesy yearning

warnings - idk u scared of haircuts?? scissors??? kissing?? (barely edited btw)

a/n - sometimes i black out and write a fanfic and then find it later on and then i’m like shit this kinda fire and then i edit it and then i post it and then-

You roll your chair over to Spencer’s desk after much staring, and rest an elbow on a low stack of manila folders. Your sneakers squeak as you slow yourself, causing a visible flinch from the long haired boy.

His brunet hair was flicked up at the ends which touched his shoulders, the front pieces tucked behind his ears. As he lifted his gaze, hard expression softening immediately, you whispered, “I know your secret.”

His smile jolted, heart beat quickening. You had a cheeky smile on, hair twirling between your fingers, talking so low. You couldn’t possibly know his secret.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” He asked, placing his pen down and turning to give you his full attention.

“You don’t know how to cut your hair.” His long hair suited him, you thought he looked as handsome as he did on your first day of work how many years ago. The day Spencer fell in love.

Dumbfounded, Spencer replied with a pout, “I know how to cut my hair.”

You raised an eyebrow, and suddenly he was aware of the jagged lines and length of his hair, and how he was now bringing hair ties with him everywhere. Which was actually convenient for all female members of the team. He had to admit, it was inconvenient at times, and it wasn’t his favourite to deal with or to look at. He looked back into your sparkling expecting eyes, smiled softly, and continued, “You should cut it for me.”

You lifted your head from your palm and raised your eyebrows, a pink flush ghosting your cheeks. The offer was innocent, it was a favour, but something about it felt so domestic in your head that you couldn’t help but smile hard, cheeks pressing, “Yeah, of course.”

You pushed off his desk and returned to yours, though his gaze never left your sunny appearance.

The next day, you were knocking on a familiar apartment door, rocking on your sneaker heels, eyes wandering anywhere but where you thought Spencer would be when he opened the door. But even when he did open his door, after a thud and small ‘ow’, you couldn’t help but look at him and savour the last moments with his long hair.

He had a navy blue sweater over a white t-shirt, some sweatpants that looked more formal from afar, and mis-match socks on. You gulped and stepped into his apartment, taking everything in as if you hadn’t been there before.

You took off your light purple scarf and placed it on the kitchen counter, along side the small hair cutting kit you had gotten a few years ago (you couldn’t afford a hair cut before your first day at the BAU, it was a diy emergency).

The apartment was dark and cosy, cabinets a rich wood tone, countertops squeaky clean, couches plush and thrifted. You two often talked about the best thrift stores to visit, you had even planned to go to one together one day. As Spencer pulled a wooden bar stool into the kitchen to sit on, you tied your own hair up, reminding yourself of why you were here.

He smelt amazing, like a new book and burnt marshmallow, and as he gazed into your eyes waiting for you to speak, a cat caught your tongue. You were alone in this warm apartment, only the soft music of Spencer’s old playlist in the background, and a heart beating that you weren’t sure was yours or his.

“Um- Okay. Do you have a reference photo or?”

“Yeah,” he pulled his phone out of his back pocket and showed you a reference photo. It was like he wanted to be a boy band member, and as you imagined him with it, you couldn’t be happier.

He got nervous watching your reaction, it was a very drastic change. You placed his phone on the counter top next to your hair kit, his eyes following your every move like if he blinked you would dissipate. And when a small smile ghosted your face, he felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders.

"I like it."

"Good."

You leaned close to Spencer, your heat radiating onto him, to pull a lever on his chair to lower him to your eye level. A spray bottle appeared in your hand while the other covered Spencer's brown eyes. Suddenly, cold sprits of water caused Spencer to flinch every time he heard the trigger fire, causing you to giggle lightly. "It's just water." "I didn't get any warning though." He replied sheepishly. He couldn't hear much over his heartbeat, or see much other than you.

The next 15 minutes was spent in radio music and being surrounded by your sweet perfume, trying not to grab you or touch you as much as he wanted to. You were stood in front of him now, eyes focused on his bangs and the hair around his ears, scissors and comb in hand, and he couldn't stop gazing into your eyes like a little boy looking at the stars.

You were utterly gorgeous, beautiful, unreal. Spencer often wondered, especially at the start of your relationship, how nobody else had tried to date you in the team, or in general. But as the two of you grew closer, he realised you were telling everyone no. You were waiting for someone, and it made his heart break everytime he remembered your words.

If only he knew. Your hands jittered slightly, feeling insecure at his hard gaze that you simply couldn't ignore. You hoped in the dim lighting he couldn't see your red cheeks or steep breaths, or that he could. You hoped you never finished cutting his hair, and you thought of other ways you could stay this close. He was tall, warm, comfortable. He was smart, caring, clean. He was Spencer, who wouldn't want to stay with him? A gulp escaped you, and he ripped his eyes off of yours, looking down to avoid your eyes and to see the damage.

There was piles of hair beneath your feet now, and he smiled at the sight.

"Spencer, stop moving your head. I couldv'e cut off your eyebrows." Your laugh filled the apartment, and he looked back up at you.

He hadn't realised how far you had gotten, your eyes scanning his hair for any improvements before a small smile of approval appeared on your cheeks. A breath escaped him. You turned to close your kit. He stood up and placed a hand on the front of your neck, turning your head, and planting his lips on yours.

You squeaked in surprise, quickly kissing back as his hands traveled to your cheeks, holding onto you like you were the only girl in the world. Your fingertips splayed on his chest, you pulled away only to be followed for another kiss, only broken up by a millisecond of a breath.

You opened your eyes and pushed him softly away, noticing the lipstick now stained on his lips and around them. The dim kitchen was spinning, your chest was heaving, and your heart was racing a million beats per minute. You even got a little light-headed before Spencer took his hands from your face and rest them on your waist.

He was much taller now that he wasn't sat, and he looked even more handsome with the haircut you had given him. For a second you thought you were hallucinating. Spencers eyes played between your lips and your eyes, before meeting you in the middle once again. He lifted you slightly, kissing you with movements full of yearning and passion, slowly with multiple breaths in the middle to give you time to reject him (which he expected), but you never did.

You put one hand on his cheek as he pulled away. He smiled widely at you, taking the enthusiasm back as a good sign. He didn't totally fuck up. You whispered, "You kiss your barbers often?" He replied with a cheeky smile, "Only you."

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[halucynator]

False Fronts II

part 2 of 4

pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!reader

warnings: kissing, pda, swearing, fake dating, not proof read (as usual) and my writing

there will probably be a part 3 (if im feeling nice).

summary: Being asked to fake date someone to get a petty ex off their back is the worst possible way of being friend-zoned. You, however, were willing to take any chances to get as close as you could to Theodore Nott.

the lovely lovely dividers have been created by @cafekitsune. here is the post with these exact dividers!

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4: fluff angst

Theodore's departing silhouette dissolved into the Hogwarts corridor, leaving you with conflicting emotions. A grin tugged at your lips—Theo had asked you to team up in this wild charade! But there was also this weird flutter in your stomach. Fake dating Theo? This was something straight out of a fanfic plot. (i wonder why?)

The agreed time rolled around, and you headed to the spot Theodore suggested—a tucked-away alcove away from the Hogwarts chaos. Your heart raced a little faster as you spotted him already waiting, a mix of uncertainty and determination in his expression.

"Hey," you said, aiming for a casual tone despite the bundle of nerves inside.

Theodore turned, a faint smile on his lips as he nodded. "Hey, thanks for showing up."

There was this strange tension between you, the weight of the plan hanging in the air. It was like the beginning of an unknown adventure, the kind that either makes you or breaks you.

Sitting down, you both seemed at a loss for where to start.

"So," you ventured, breaking the silence, "how are we playing this out?"

Theodore leaned in, lowering his voice. "Let's keep it simple. Act like we're together, maybe hold hands when people are around. Just enough to sell it to Jess."

A jolt of nerves mixed with a weird kind of excitement surged within you. Pretending to be Theo's other half felt like stepping into a storybook—exciting but also a tad scary.

"Sure," you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt. "We'll make it work."

Theodore nodded a grateful glint in his eyes. "Thanks, Y/N. I owe you for this."

And so it began. There were these subtle gestures—his hand grazing yours, the occasional kiss on your cheek—but it never ventured beyond that. Just enough to plant a seed of jealousy in Jess.

Yet, it ignited a storm of butterflies within you. You knew it was all a mistake, falling for him in this make-believe charade. You knew it was a terrible idea. You knew it. Yet, each touch, each gentle kiss left you breathless, wanting more.

You reminded yourself it was all a facade, a performance meant to fool others. But for some reason, it felt real. You wished it were genuine. The line between what was fake and what you craved to be real blurred with every tender moment, making you yearn for something that was never meant to be. It all felt real. You wanted it to be real.

The question was, did he?

You knew diving into a conversation about his actual feelings wasn't on the table. He'd made it pretty clear: this was all part of the fake dating deal. Plus, the last thing you wanted was to weird him out by dropping the "Do you like me for real?" bomb.

If he caught wind of you wanting something more than acting, he might bail and rope someone else into this mess, leaving all the effort you'd poured into getting close to Theo in the dust. And you weren't about to let that happen.

Not now. Not ever.

Days turned into weeks, and the fake dating charade continued. You and Theodore fell into a rhythm, a seamless blend of staged affection and genuine camaraderie. It was a delicate dance, playing the part of an infatuated couple while maintaining the facade for Jess's benefit.

But amidst the pretense, something unexpected happened—the lines between what was feigned and what felt real started to blur. The stolen glances, the shared laughs, the moments when the act seemed to dissolve into something unscripted—all of it stirred a confusing mix of emotions within you.

Theodore's touches became less rehearsed, more natural, and each time he'd take your hand or wrap his arm around you, it felt oddly comforting. There was a warmth in his gestures that made them seem genuine.

Thing is, as much as you reminded yourself it was all a big show, there were moments when it felt too genuine, too sincere to be just an act. Those brief touches and the laughter that felt more genuine than staged—it all made you wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was something brewing beyond the act you'd both signed up for.

Theodore escorted you towards your dorm, the air heavy with an unspoken tension that lingered between you two. The quiet stroll through the Hogwarts corridors felt different tonight—moments of comfortable silence interjected by furtive glances and lingering touches.

As the entrance to your dorm loomed closer, you felt the weight of an impending confession pressing against your chest. This might be the moment—the perfect opportunity to spill everything you'd been holding back.

"Theo, I have to tell you something" You blurted out.

"Hm?" He questioned.

"I- I lik-" You began.

"Stop right there bitch. Get the fuck away from MY boyfriend." a voice shouted.

It was Jess.

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[lovingrosewho]

Framed

Hello there! It’s been a while since I’ve written anything but I recently began watching Criminal Minds again and fell in love with Aaron Hotchner all over again as well, so I just had to write this, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it :) This is my first Criminal Minds (published) fanfic, and the first Hotch x Reader I’ve written ever! (also the first nsfw)

ONE SHOT (but who knows, it may even have a part 2 on a future maybe not-so-near but not-so-far-away either)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Cis!fem!reader

Rating: 18+

Word count: 3467

Summary: reader has been accused of murdering her older, rich ex-fiancé (of course I took my inspo for this piece of fanfiction from Brooke Whyndam, of the movie “Legally blonde”, also, the line “then show them a picture of his dick” is from that movie).

Warnings: NSFW content (innuendo, sex, curse words, age gap - reader is in her mid twenties, Hotch is in his early/mid forties)

“I didn’t do it!” you scream one last time slamming your fist on the table, on the edge of tears.

It had passed around 8 hours already with you in custody, accused of the murder of your ex-fiancé, a (quite older) man, CEO of a big company in town, and as if that wasn’t enough, the best friend of the sheriff.

SSA Aaron Hotchner rubs his face, tired, after observing Prentiss and Morgan’s attempts to get you to confess. It’s almost 3am.

“Sheriff, with all due respect, I think she’s telling the truth” he tells him with a soft voice after a deep sigh.

“And with all due respect, you profiled that the suspect would be a female in her mid twenties, who we’d have to get the information out of her”.

“And we also profiled she’d be seeking for attention and validation which we don’t see it happening do we?” Aaron retorts rolling his eyes discreetly.

The sheriff gives SSA Aaron Hotchner one last glance before grabbing the doorknob of the interrogation room and storming in, Hotch follows close behind, seeing how the sheriff turns off the videocamera recording what happens inside the interrogation room, knowing no good can come from asking the same questions over and over again when everybody is also tired and fed up with trying to get a false confession out of you, which, from your behavior, Hotch knows it’s impossible.

“That’s it!” the sheriff yells “You killed my best friend! Either you confess or I’ll let you rot in here the rest of the 72 hours we can have you legally detained!”

“For the last time, I. Didn’t. Do it!” you yell back.

The BAU team exchanges glances between each other.

“What judge is going to believe you huh? You were engaged to a successful man in his mid fifties! And then he goes and marries someone even younger than you!”

“That was over two years ago!” you talk back.

“You had motive and opportunity, no judge nor jury is going to understand any other reason for you to be with him that is not for the money”.

“Then show them a picture of his dick! That might clear a few things up” you finally bark at him. The sheriff looks at you in astonishment. Morgan disguises a snicker as a cough, Prentiss bites down her lower lip to suppress a laugh, and Hotchner… Hotchner just stands impassive at you.

The sheriff leaves the room enraged, and everyone else follows, not before giving you an apologetic look. Hotchner is the last one to stay. You see the slightest doubt on his eyes and the subtle twist his lips make. You know he’s thinking about letting you go, but he then lowers his stare and gets out of the room, just like everybody else.

You sigh, drained out of energy after all the interrogations. This can’t be happening to you.

You knew since the moment you met John, that just his pure acquaintance could ruin your life. He had many enemies, and even more groupies who belonged to social circles that if you hadn’t met him, you would have never even imagined they existed, but what you had never imagined either, was that after all the heartbreak, loss and pain of what you thought in that moment to be the love of your life, you’d be reliving all those feelings, cause of some stupid cop negligence.

You lay your head slowly on the table, feeling the coldness of the metal surface on your cheek, and close your eyes for just a couple of minutes. You can’t sleep, not until this nightmare is all over, but at least, you get to have a few moments of peace and quiet before some other agent enters the room and begins yet another interrogation, demanding new information. Information you don’t have.

Outside the gray room, where you can’t hear nor see anything, the BAU team argues with the sheriff about your freedom.

“We’ve gotten out of her everything we’re going to get, I’m telling you, she didn’t do it” Morgan tries to reason with him.

“An unsub who planned a homicide this calculated would be equally calculated both on his answers and his behavior, this girl was in shock when we started showing her the case photos and couldn’t get a single cohesive phrase out. You can’t pin this murder on her” Emily backs up Morgan.

The sheriff looks at both of them, puffs a sigh and places his hands on his hips before discussing.

“Look, I get it, you profilers or whatever think you’re better than all of us, but this is still my county, and while I can have her in custody, I will. Who knows? She might even give up a confession or at least some new information. Goodnight gentlemen. And lady” he starts to walk to the exit without giving any of them any chance to convince him “I suggest you too get some rest. It’s been a long day and there’s one even longer ahead of us. Lock up when you get out”.

With that last statement, the sheriff ends the discussion and exits the precinct. Morgan and Prentiss move their heads in disagreement, proceeding to look back at Hotch, who is frowning at the door the sheriff just left through.

“What now?” both the BAU members look at the unit chief.

“Sheriff is right in one thing: you should get some rest. I’ll stay here with (Y/N), keep her company and see if there’s something we missed” he declares “Call Reid, Rossi and JJ, head back to the hotel, I’ll catch up with you in a few hours”.

“Hotch she’s not our unsub” Morgan defends you again “I mean we could, let her go right?”

“I’m afraid not. If we step ahead of the local officers, we might make things worse by getting ourselves kicked out of the investigation. It’ll be of more use the sooner we find something, anything, that might help (Y/N) clear her name and get her out of here” Hotch answers, he’s looking at Morgan but directs his orders to both of them, he knows his team too well to not know for a fact that Emily is the one who’s more inclined to let you go. They both nod silently.

“All right” Emily surrenders, not just because she’s too tired to continue arguing, but because she also knows that perhaps getting back to the hotel and going over some of the facts and scenes with Reid or JJ, might be more useful “Do you want me to stay with you? I mean the precinct is completely empty. You’ll be here all by yourself”.

“It’s okay. You and Morgan. Hotel. Rest. We’ll gather first thing in the morning and go through everything we have so far” he assures and doesn’t wait for a reply, beginning to walk back to the interrogation room, hearing the exit door of the precinct close behind him and the key turning.

When he enters again, he finds you on the same position you were trying to rest, your cheek against the now warm table, your hair falling on it and covering parts of your face.

“I’m not asleep” you mutter softly “I just needed to clear my head, breath and relax for a bit”.

Hotch lets out an almost imperceptible sigh, but everything is so quiet, that you get to hear it.

“(Y/N) I know you didn’t do it” he pronounces just as softly as you.

“Really?” you frown and shift your position, sitting back on the chair, looking at him “Then… can I go?”

He presses his lips into a straight line, and lets out a firm, but still tender “no”. A single tear escapes your right eye and you wipe it off quickly, not quite giving in to the emotions just yet. Hotch notices and comes to stand right next to you, laying on the edge of the table.

“If I’d let you go, the local authorities would not let us continue the investigation and they’d pin that murder on you. Trust me, the best we can do right now is wait a few hours until everyone has cooled down and come back with fresh eyes” he guarantees you, his features relaxing as he tells you this “Everything’s gonna be fine”.

“Everything’s gonna be fine” you repeat his words slowly, then look up at him. Damn it. He’s handsome. It’s no secret to anyone you have a thing for older men, but did that trait really have to emerge right now? You can’t help but to laugh out loud at the thought, it’s absurd to you that you could be thinking of that when you’re being accused of murder.

“What’s so funny?” he asks confused, and distances himself ever so slightly from you, without leaving his place on the table.

“Nothing, just…” you start, in an attempt to explain yourself and don’t end up looking crazy “God, if I had met you under any other circumstances, I’d probably be all over you right now”.

SSA Aaron Hotchner does not move, nor his face changes towards you, but you can see the most subtle blush on his cheeks, and his fists tightening. His lips finally crack up a light smile, finding the situation absurd as well, he quickly remembers the videocamera is off.

“You do realize you could be facing murder charges, right?” he asks playfully, kinda mocking you, keeping the volume of his voice down.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry” you apologize “It’s just so late, I’m tired, and well, you’re smoking hot” you confess with an apologetic, but also mischievous, look. Hotch finally lets out a laugh. Get a hold of yourself, Hotchner, he thinks to himself, takes a deep breath and goes back to his serious stare.

“(Y/N), I understand it’s been a long day in which you’ve been under a lot of pressure, but for me to keep up this game would be not only unprofessional, but also unethical. Your mind is probably just making up this crush for you to pass the time and distract yourself from what is happening. You’ll get over me” he explains sweetly.

“I wish I could get under you instead…” your witty retort catches him off guard, he swallows hard and starts coughing. He’s not used to women flirting with him anymore, not for a long time, let alone women almost half his age.

“I’ll see you in a few hours” he says standing up and reaching towards the door, not really uncomfortable by your approaches, but more by his increasing boner.

“No, okay I’m sorry, please stay with me” you beg him, standing up as well “I was just joking. Well, not really, but just… please keep me company, stay?”

He turns back at you not realizing how close you are, less than a couple steps behind him and he almost crashes into you, but he prevents the two of you from tripping by stabilizing himself grabbing your hips, but his hands can’t get to let go afterwards. You breath heavily, feeling the arousal and heat from the proximity suffocating you.

“Please fuck me” you half ask, half beg, admitting to yourself that what you need right now is precisely what agent Hotchner said: relieving some stress and distraction.

SSA Aaron Hotchner can’t help himself.

Ugh, fuck it, he thinks. It’s the sheriff’s fault for turning off the videocamera in an attempt to scare you and try and trick you into making a confession.

Without any further notice, he grabs your ass and the highest part of the back of your thighs to lift you. Your legs instinctively wrap around his back and your arms around his neck, not breaking eye contact as you let him carry you to the table. He places you on the table with tenderness, caressing your back as he does so. You bring your dominant hand to grab his tie and pull him in for a long, wet, controlled kiss, running your other hand along his arm and chest, ending the trace on his cheek, allowing your thumb to move back and forth on his skin.

Quite to be honest, Aaron doesn’t know how well he’ll be able to perform. It’s been a while since he’s last had sex, and his mind is always either on his job, or his family. He’ll probably won’t last more than a few minutes. But he can try and make it up to you.

He begins to deviate his trace of wet kisses from your mouth, to you jaw, your neck, and slowly your chest, discovering little by little the skin under your clothes, while his hands drop by the side of your waist, hips and legs, exploring you under the midi skirt you’re wearing. His right hand finds the slit between your legs, covered by your panties, and starts caressing it through the fabric. He listens to you moan and brings his other hand to cover your mouth with endearment, letting you know you’ve got to keep quiet.

He moves your panties to the side and traces one finger along your slick, inserting it inside of you. You have to suppress an even louder moan. He moves that one finger up and down, hitting your G spot, inserting another finger when you’re ready.

“Please” you beg once again. Aaron chuckles, grabbing you and getting you closer to the edge of the table, proceeding to get down on his knees and sucking all your juices without any type of heads up. You can’t but let out a loud moan. He looks up at you, and even though his eyes demand silence, you can tell there’s the slightest grin on his lips, before he continues sucking and licking your folds and clit. Your back drops to the table, unable to keep yourself steady so you can watch him. You’re trembling with desire and lust “Agent Hotchner, please” you beg once again. Hearing you call him ‘agent Hotchner’ does something to him. He stands up, wiping a little bit of your juices off his mouth and kissing you afterwards, his hands resting on either side of you on the table, one of them coming to grab each of your nipples one at a time.

“How much do you want this?” he asks softly.

“I need you” you answer “Please, fill me”.

His eyes meet yours and he nods slowly. His mouth comes to encircle one of your nipples as he pulls down your underwear and hides it in his suit pocket, and undoes his belt and trousers, without taking any clothes off. You come up from your laying position to support yourself with your elbows on the table, not wanting to miss how the special agent from the FBI takes his cock out to give it to you.

When he’s got it out and ready for you, he pumps it up and down a couple of times before lifting entirely your skirt and positioning himself in your entrance. He enters slowly, letting you take him all in, allowing you to accustom to his size, and for the love of him, he feels like he could explode any second. He breathes deeply and clears his mind, his ego not letting him end up looking like a teenager having his first time.

“Let me ride you” you ask after a few slow thrusts, needing more of him. He looks at you and nods.

God, what is he doing? At least you’re innocent. Are you? Right? You’ve gotta be. The profile doesn’t fit. But they’ve been wrong before haven’t they?

You exchange positions so he’s laying on the table, you get on top of him and guide his cock back into you again. You part your lips in a moan when you come down on him and begin moving your hips, his hands moving alongside them. You lower yourself without stopping so you can kiss him, rubbing your whole torso on his, your sweat making your skin slip on his skin. He grabs your breasts so he can bring them to his mouth, nibbling them.

Meanwhile, you’re wondering if this might just be another trick for you to let your guard down. But what could you say that might incriminate you? You know you’re innocent. What if he’s not even a real agent?

You’re so close that you can’t give yourself permission to sink into those thoughts, instead, you start riding Hotch faster and stronger, your clit rubbing against his pelvis as you do so.

“Aaron, Aaron…” you moan lowly. You don’t know if it’s okay that you’re on a first name basis already, but it just seems weird to you if you call him ‘Hotch’ like his colleagues.

It seems like he’s perfectly fine with it, as he digs his fingertips on your hips, encouraging you to keep going, feeling how your walls tense around him as your orgasm hits you.

You moan uncontrollably as you come, not being able to keep those in, digging your nails in Aaron’s shoulder suit sleeves. Afterwards, you lay slowly on his chest, until you start feeling like he’s pulling himself out.

“Wait” you gather and pull yourself up again, with him still inside of you “What are you doing? Don’t you wanna finish too?”

He looks at you in disbelief.

“Well I thought you may wanna rest or…” he begins explaining. You laugh and look fondly at him, lowering yourself again to murmur “don’t stop” in his ear.

Of course, he remembers. Twenties.

That’s everything he needs to start thrusting into you with everything he’s got left.

“(Y/N) I’m not-“ he tries to phrase “I’m not going to last longer, I’m- is it okay if I…?”

“Come inside me” you order “It’s okay, don’t worry, I’m on contraceptives”.

He decides to believe you, for his sake, and fastens his pace until it becomes sloppy, spilling inside of you just like you asked for, his cum filling you and showing between your folds as he brings himself out.

“Oh my god” he breathes out as he brings you down to his chest, securing his arms around your back, bringing you even closer to him “I’ll put you in handcuffs myself if it turns out you’re not innocent”.

You chuckle, tracing circles on his chest through the fabric of his shirt.

“I am. But still, you can put me in handcuffs any time you want”. He laughs alongside you, still feeling a bit like a teenager. A teenager who just did something very very wrong and that nobody should find out about. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a few seconds before his cellphone starts ringing, he answers almost immediately.

“Hotchner” he says calmly “Yes I’m still here. No, everything’s fine, she’s… behaved. Prints don’t match? Well of course they don’t, was García able to tell whose are they then? Right. Well, tell her to keep digging. I’ll see you in a bit”.

After he hangs up he turns to you with a playful look.

“You never touched the gun that was in your purse, did you?” you shake your head.

“Guns and, weapons of any type really, give me the creeps, I just left it there thinking it was someone’s idea of pranking me or something”.

“Well that may have just made your case. You’re free to go. Whoever was trying to frame you did a lousy job not guessing you weren’t going to grab the gun” he tells you arching his brows at you. You stare perplexed at him.

“You’re serious? Oh my god Aaron! Thank you!” you exclaim kissing him.

“Yes, and we should get dressed and get out of here before anything else happens” he affirms gently, helping you stand up so you both can fix your clothes.

“Well, agent Hotchner, it’s been a pleasure. Truly” you tell him when the two of you are walking out of the interrogation room towards the exit.

“Pleasure is all mine, (Y/N)” he says, winking an eye at you “I’d like you to know… I don’t usually do this. I don’t…”

“Aaron” you interrupt sweetly, one of your hands coming to grab his forearm to stop him “I know. I can tell. It’s okay. I know that if I hadn’t initiated it or followed up you would have never even considered it, I get it… but now, can we please do it again?”

He chuckles.

“You know where we’re staying and the number of my hotel room, sweetheart. And I also recall reading on some case file that you’re from Virginia and were just visiting your home town?”

You smile widely at him as you nod, pulling him in from his tie for one last kiss. Or who knows, it might not even be the last one.

MASTERLIST

[poiibbtt]

A Little Bit Like Forever

Pairing: Dokyeom x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Friends-to-Lovers, High School Romance

Word Count: ~4,500

Synopsis: Middle school chaos, high school awkwardness, and a love hidden beneath playful teasing. From sneaky stolen bags to whispered confessions in a dim classroom, you and Dokyeom were always a little bit of everything—until prom night, where a few photobooth pictures capture the moment when "just friends" becomes something a little bit like forever.

A/N: Hi, I'm new here! I really hope you enjoy this fluffy Dokyeom (aka Dikeyyy) fanfic. My English might not be the best, but I put all my heart into this story! Let me know what you think, and thank you for reading! 🖤

Middle school was weird, but somehow, it was fun. Sitting in the middle of two boys, Dino on the left and Dokyeom on the right, felt like a tiny pocket of chaos that made you forget how awkward everything else was. You weren't close with anyone else in that class, but with Dino and Dokyeom, it felt like… a compromise. You let them doodle on your hands—swirls, random lines, some silly drawings—because, well, what else was there to do?

“Stop moving,” Dokyeom said one day, drawing some weird stick figure on your wrist. You laughed.

“Why? You trying to make me look cooler?” you joked, raising an eyebrow.

“Pffft,” Dino added with a smirk. “Cooler? Sure, if you want to look like a walking art project from a 5-year-old.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, Dino, so supportive. Love that for me.”

But as fun as it was, things changed. Dino’s girlfriend, Mindy, didn’t exactly love your dynamic. She got jealous—angrily-so. Once she threw a fit so loud, half the school knew about it, and suddenly, everything felt off. When the seating arrangement changed, you were left out. Dino and Dokyeom hung out with the boys, and you… well, you made new friends, but group projects felt lonelier. Everyone paired up with their besties, and the boys? They didn’t choose you anymore. It stung more than you’d like to admit. You wondered if you were the only one who thought those days sitting together were special.

High school started, and Dino moved to China. It was just you and Dokyeom again, but this time, he sat behind you. You had Wonnie now, your partner-in-crime. Life seemed less lonely, at least until Dokyeom decided to continue being his usual playful self.

One day, you noticed your bag had mysteriously disappeared after class.

“Has anyone seen my bag?” you called out, frantically searching the classroom. A chorus of chuckles erupted from the back.

You glanced at Dokyeom, and there it was—his trademark smug grin.

“Okay, where’s my bag, Dokyeom?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Oh, I don’t know, Y/N,” he said, shrugging innocently. But his smile said otherwise.

The boys were still laughing, and as soon as you found your bag tucked behind the locker, you stormed back toward Dokyeom. Without hesitation, you wrapped your hands around his neck, mock-choking him.

“You think this is funny?” you grumbled, tightening your playful grip.

He didn’t flinch. In fact, he just placed his hand over yours, his smile growing wider. “You really think you’re scary?”

You groaned, rolling your eyes. “Get out of here, dork.”

Then, it began: the daily texts from Dokyeom. At first, it was harmless. “Do we have any homework?” or “What was the page number for that assignment?” Simple stuff. You replied because you figured he was just lazy.

Until one day, during a quiz, his teammate Mingyu—a giant compared to the rest of the team—walked by your class. As the room fell into a sudden silence, he called out, “DOKYEOM!” and then, without skipping a beat, added, “Y/N! He likes you!”

Twice. He repeated it twice, just to make sure the message landed.

Your class? Dead silent. The teacher? Silent. Everyone? Absolutely, painfully silent. You were pretty sure time stopped. As your heart raced, you pretended like you hadn’t heard a thing. You passed the quiz sheets to the back like nothing happened, handing them to Dokyeom who sat there, not breathing, waiting for your reaction.

You didn’t give him one. Instead, you turned and asked, “Got the cells labeled yet?”

The entire room seemed to exhale at once, and time started moving again.

Later, you whispered to yourself, “I’m going to kill Mingyu when I see him.”

After that, things shifted. Dokyeom started texting you every day—not just about homework, but everything. From stories about Seungkwan hogging the bathroom to watch streamers, to Minghao pulling off ridiculous thirst traps for TikTok.

“And guess what Seungkwan did today?” Dokyeom messaged you one night.

You rolled your eyes but smiled at your phone. “What now?”

“He almost flooded the place because he was too busy watching Mobile Legends. And now everyone has to take shorter showers. Mingyu’s so mad, it’s hilarious.”

“You guys live like frat boys, I swear.”

Somehow, the messages made you feel… closer. And then, Dokyeom brought up middle school.

“Remember how Dino and I used to draw on your hand?” he asked one night.

“Yeah,” you typed back. “I figured it was just to pass the time.”

“Nah, we actually liked sitting with you.”

You paused, reading that over again. So, it wasn’t just you. The memories weren’t one-sided.

But the more you started to realize that you might like him, the harder it became to talk to him. You’d freeze up, getting tongue-tied whenever he was around. Dokyeom, on the other hand, seemed to hover around you more. Every time you looked up, he was already watching you, his eyes catching yours before you could look away.

Wonnie noticed, of course. “You two are ridiculous,” she teased, nudging you one day.

“What?” you replied, cheeks reddening.

“Don’t ‘what’ me. He’s literally attached to you at the hip.”

As if on cue, Dokyeom appeared at your table during a group project, not even in your group, just… there.

You glared at him. “Don’t you have work to do with your own group?”

“I’m more interested in what you’re doing,” he said, sliding into a seat next to you.

You groaned internally, but secretly? You liked the attention.

One afternoon, during a free class when everyone else was napping, Dokyeom found you. The classroom was dim, curtains drawn, and the soft hum of air conditioning filled the air. He sat beside you, closer than usual, and playfully took your hand in his.

“Your hand’s so small,” he mused, gently tracing your fingers with his. His lashes fluttered as he glanced down, and you found yourself holding your breath.

Your heart thudded in your chest, and you couldn’t help but think how close he was. So close that you could see the faint flecks of gold in his eyes. So close that… your thoughts scattered when his thumb brushed your palm.

“Is this weird?” he asked quietly.

You shook your head, but your voice didn’t seem to work, so you just sat there, hearts beating loudly in the stillness.

Another day, you walked into school, your stomach aching slightly, probably from the nerves. You passed by Dokyeom, who was sitting on the stairs with Soonyoung and Woozi. As soon as he saw you, he stood up, ditching his friends to walk alongside you.

“Not waiting for them?” you asked, tilting your head curiously.

“Nah,” Dokyeom said, his lips curling into that sheepish smile. “Only waiting for you.”

You tried to hide your blush, especially when Irene, one of the basketball girls, spotted the two of you together. She smirked, as if she’d seen something juicy that would spread like wildfire through the school.

But in that moment, it didn’t matter. Dokyeom walked you to class, and you two chatted like the world outside didn’t exist.

Then came the teasing—especially from Dokyeom’s coach during basketball practice.

“Y/N, you’ve got Dokyeom all flustered these days,” the coach teased, his eyes glinting with amusement. Your face burned red as you tried to smile through it.

When you passed the gym one afternoon on your way home, the boys started calling out, “Dokyeom, Dokyeom!” You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help the giddy feeling rising in your chest.

Later that night, Dokyeom messaged you, “Are you okay?”

You laughed, replying, “Mingyu needs to shut his mouth.”

As time went on, Dokyeom kept showing up—whether it was asking you to watch his games or just hanging around with you, Wonnie, and the others. One time, after begging you a million times to come watch a competition, you finally caved. Wonnie and Lisa came along for moral support (and for Lisa to cheer for her own basketball game).

The competition started, and Dokyeom—usually so confident on the court—was… off.

“Why does he look so nervous?” Lisa whispered to you.

“I have no idea,” you whispered back, watching him stumble over a pass.

When the game ended and it was time to go, you waved goodbye to him from the stands. “Good luck, Dokyeom!” you called out, and he waved back, giving you that shy smile that always made your heart skip a beat.

Lisa nudged you. “He was totally off his game because you were here.”

You grinned. “He’ll never admit it.”

Day by day, the countdown to graduation passed like a blur of final exams, senior pranks, and long talks about the future. And then, suddenly, it was prom night.

You were partnered with Dokyeom as prom dates, which everyone saw coming a mile away—even though he’d asked with that awkward, shy smile he’d never quite outgrown. The night of prom, you found yourself in a sleek black dress, feeling confident but nervous. When Dokyeom arrived to pick you up, the sight of him in a black suit was enough to make your heart skip. He looked so handsome—too handsome, honestly.

But if you thought you were nervous, Dokyeom was a whole other level. He could barely look you in the eyes when you walked out.

"You… uh… look great," he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck as his eyes darted everywhere except at you. His cheeks were flushed, and you could barely suppress a smile.

"You look pretty good yourself, Dokyeom," you teased, but that only made him turn even redder.

Prom was everything it was supposed to be—music, dancing, and laughter—but the real highlight came when you dragged Dokyeom to the photobooth set up in the corner. You’d convinced him to take photos together, even though he looked like he might faint from the sheer proximity.

“Come on, it’s just a few photos,” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him in.

He looked at you and then quickly looked away, his voice low. "It's the dress. It's messing with my head. Stop looking at me like that."

You laughed, nudging him lightly. "Stop being so shy, it's just me."

But despite his shyness, he agreed, and you both stepped into the booth. You took the first pose, smiling hard, and when the flash went off, Dokyeom was grinning too—though you could tell he was still flustered.

For the second pose, you turned to him with a mischievous glint in your eye. Without warning, you kissed him on the cheek just as the camera snapped the picture. Dokyeom’s eyes widened, and his smile grew so big, he looked like he might burst from happiness.

By the third pose, you two were looking at each other, and the air felt a little different. More charged. Dokyeom’s gaze softened as he looked at you, and then he whispered, “You’re so pretty, you know? My heart is about to burst. Stop it.”

Before you could respond, he raised a hand and gently covered your eyes.

“What are you doing?” you asked, laughing softly under your breath.

“Just trust me,” he murmured, and you did. In the fourth pose, you felt his soft lips against yours, so quick and gentle, but enough to make your own heart race. When he pulled back, his face was bright red, and yours wasn’t far behind. You both sat there for a second, staring at each other, the weight of the moment sinking in.

Dokyeom was the first to break, covering his face with his hands. “You’re killing me, stop staring like that.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how adorably nervous he was. “I like it when you’re all shy like this. It’s cute.”

He groaned, gently pushing you away with a smile. “Seriously, stop it. You’re making it worse.” But then his expression softened, and he took your hand again, squeezing it gently. “I love you, [Y/N].”

Your heart melted, and you couldn’t help but tease him one last time. “I love you too, Dikeyyy.”

Just as you were about to say something more, the curtain of the photobooth flew open, and the boys burst in like a whirlwind of chaos.

“Soarin’ like dolphins!” Mingyu announced dramatically. “C’mon, we want our turn!”

Dokyeom shot them a death glare, but you couldn’t stop laughing as you both stumbled out of the booth. The moment was over, but it was something you’d never forget.

[vanessalocke]

Why is official APH France an underrated character?

Today, I would like to repost a post about France that I wrote a long time ago. Please note that this post does not reflect my current views. Next, this is considered my personal blog, so if you disagree, please click back. And this post will only talk about what I (used to) felt about France in the official version, not exactly the France in my current headcanon and fanfic (even though that is the foundation for today).

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[This post is controversial and has a personal opinion. If you disagree, just skip over it. But also because this post is mainly to express my secret thoughts that I don't dare tell anyone, so it's completely hypothetical]

Okay, this is a post about why I like APH France, and why I don't see him the way most people see him.

In short, because his aura looks very bright and when he smiles he is very cute (like the photo below).

I wonder when I fell in love with him, because it's been so many years, I can't remember. I will never be able to remember exactly how I fell.

Yeah pretty sure when people first watch Hetalia everyone thinks he's the typical sweet badboy, some people even say he's ex f^ck boiz and I'm no exception. But... damn, the more I follow this guy, the more I see his stereotype being wrong.

At this point it should be noted that when I talk about APH France, I am talking about France from 2011 onwards. It must be clarified that in the early days of APH, Hima's expression was quite dark. Maybe at that time Hima drew APH to be satirical or something, so not only was the plot quite ironic at times (and a lot of times he was sarcastic wrongly) but also the characters he built were very... But c'mon, MORE THAN 10 years have passed, just 1 year is enough to change people's way of thinking, let alone 10 years. Not to mention, APH does not have a specific plot or spirit to be consistent from beginning to end, so the later APH compared to the first APH has a completely different atmosphere and attitude, otherwise I want to say that APH has almost transformed into a new shape and only takes the first period as the root to develop. APH later became much gentler, lovely and brighter.

(When I wrote these lines, I still liked APH so I still defended it. Oh, what beautiful old days)

And I'll say it straight out that I didn't like the early APH. I also didn't like the way Hima built his characters in the early stages.

Okay, back to the main point. France is a very special character in APH. Why do I say France, not Italy - the central character, Germany - the king carrying the team, or Japan - the artist’s mother country? That's because when I read the early APH comics, I had a pretty clear feeling that the artist didn't like France.

It's not that he hated him, but he didn't like him and looked down on France a bit. Not to mention that Hetalia is strongly influenced by America's point of view and men often dislike France, think that French people are sissy. Basically, back then the way this artist looked at France was no different from the way everyone make memes "the white flag is the flag of France", "France is useless", etc. It was like everyone feels that this guy is very perverted, very annoying, very colorful, like a vase and can't do anything else. But like I said above, more than 10 years is a long process. Although the entire APH series does not have a consistent plot, Himaruya had a "development" in the way he views the main character he created. Partly because this is a series that takes references from real life and is not completely fiction, it is completely understandable for Hima to change the way he builds or even the perspective of his own character.

That's why later on France had a few solo episodes, all the deep emotions were attributed to France - something that is very contradictory to the "dark humor" stories he drew about France in the beginning. I don't know if it was to "compensate" for Himaruya pushing France down too much before.

Anyway, that's about the background. Below I will list the reasons I like this character:

- As for the character's personality, as I said, France has a very bright aura. I'm not talking about literary history or French reforms in real life, but just in the main story alone, I can see that there's something very... intelligent about him. Not trivially clever, but intelligence like, knowing a lot and understanding deeply. The fact that he is sharp and intelligent is also confirmed by the strip where he holds a knife to Prussia's neck and laughs.

- Then there's the emotional aspect. From Jeanne d'Arc to Napoleon, it is completely obvious that France is a very emotional person, a bit childishly attached to those he loves. Yes, that's right, he always says "I'm the big brother of Europe" but when he's with people he loves, he's EXTREMELY childish, likes to act spoiled, likes to attract attention (For example, he was cheerfully excited when he was with Lisa or was chased by Napoleon).

- France's way of expressing emotions is very vivid. When he is angry, he will say that he is angry; When he feels sorry for himself, he bites the towel; If he likes attention, he acts like a clown;... but never once has he lost his temper to attack others just because he was hurt. I mean, from all the symptoms I've seen in France so far, I can determine that France can be arrogant, picky, and difficult to please, but I've never once felt like he lost control of himself.

- Yeah sure, when he broke into England's house, was talkative, wore a pink dress and had eyelashes, you can see that he no longer has any shame, but I like people like this. Funny, optimistic and extremely confident.

- He really likes to care and take care of others. This is based on:

1. He is very attached to his previous bosses (as mentioned above),

2, He cooks very well, people who like to cook and cook well are people who like to take care of and see joy from others,

3. On America's independence day, he not only patted America's head but also gave him the Statue of Liberty,

4, Italy often confides in France. France also works as a newscaster giving love advice to others, and he is one of the few people who not only is not afraid of Russia but even comes up to ask about the other person's health,

5. Do you remember the Christmas episode where England called and scolded France? That evening France was alone and looked down at Paris. In the episode about a soldier meeting France and wondering about the life and death of the nation, the ending is also a scene of France sitting and watching the flow of people passing by. France is not only proud of himself, he also loves being close to people and

6, I didn't include this but if you want to take an example from APH in the first few years, there is this scene: when England was so sick, France was really panicked and worried. Even without bringing a romantic perspective here, for me it is a genuine concern between human.

- He is mean, meticulous, and profiteering. Damn him. I don't understand how he can play with Spain. One person remembers that people owe him every penny, one person "Huh? Do I have debt? When did I owe it??"

- Actually... sometimes this guy's EQ is unexpectedly low, especially with things related to England. I don't know how, every time England shows a little interest in him, he always "?:D huh? What's going on? You're planning something with me, right? Let's get to the main point, why are you rambling on?". I don't know how many times Mr. Kirkland has sighed at this guy.

- He is only mean to other countries, but to ordinary people he is very gentle and loving. With women, he has distance but is not impolite.

- It looks radical but is actually extremely conservative. In fact, no matter how much his country reforms and changes, he always seems to be somewhat attached to the monarchy, always recalling his past. Not to mention that he is one of the oldest men in Europe, and he is always nostalgic for previous bosses. As an old man and a secret royalist, it can be expected that France is quite a conservative person.

- That's why the aristocratic blood is deeply ingrained in the personality. Except when he is in a joking mood, every scene of Hima drawing France always has something quite aristocratic. Not the type of strict and meticulous aristocrat like Austria, but the type of guy who wakes up and carries his messy hair out into the street but still looks beautiful.

- France has "an iron fist covered in velvet". He seems very easy-going and pleasant. There are many cases where others just need to beg him a little and he will give in. But in the cases where he said no, it meant no. When he is serious, he is very decisive and does not compromise. One time America broke down and asked for a drink, but he firmly refused (Yes, the fact that America doesn't know how to drink alcohol has been confirmed in official). When he met his idol's reincarnation, he disappeared completely after talking, leaving his idol to live her own life. When he collects debt from others, he is also very decisive LOL.

- He is very beautiful in a feminine way. Beautiful in a feminine way to the point of having to grow a beard and body hair to make people feel masculine. I bet he has endured sexual solicitation from old men.

- He has a lot of part-time jobs, from waiter to announcer to stylist. Was hired by England to be a chef at his place for a while => didn't go to work because of lack of money, but because he was multi-talented => liked to go on strike probably because he was "tired of being too good", because he is afraid that the world is not chaotic enough, because he is bored. He's not lazy, because if he was lazy he wouldn't go to work so much, and with his great body, I think he works out quite hard at the gym.

- Sometimes he's quite silly and weird. America just has a childish personality, but this guy is sometimes inexplicably euphoric. He cares too much about auxiliary things like clothes and hair accessories, but forgets about the main things. He argues with people about silly things. When he fights with people, he asks where the fabric comes from to make such beautiful clothes instead of focusing on fighting. When people asked his opinion, he always talked off topic. When people criticize him, he looks away, covers his ears, and whistles, "The weather is so beautiful today." He also raises dozens of silly birds.

In general, this man is not what he appears to be. He looks like a typical Don Juan but in reality he's mostly just an embellishment, seems mature but actually has a very childish temperament, seems to be sociable but is the type of person who can restore his own energy and doesn't need too much human attention. He doesn't seem to care about his appearance but is actually very proud. He seems heartless and shallow but is actually a thoughtful person. He likes to talk off topic, collect debts, drama queen- no, drama king. Extremely crazy and silly.

This guy's mind is so contradictory and complicated that the more I dig, the more interesting things I find.

And that's why Francis Bonnefoy is loved.

Ps: let me tell you a little about the Zodiac: Francis is a typical Pisces.

[typingatlightspeed]

Some heavy and scout coddling medic please?

TF2 Fanfic - Weary

Medic's utterly bushed after a week of hard pushes and losses, and finally capturing a win at the cost of the last of his energy. He returns to his quarters from cleaning up completely drained, only to find his lovers waiting to dote on him.

Ao3 Link!

It's all fluff, bay-bee! Enjoy! :D

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"Ach, my body," Medic groused, slipping through the door to his quarters and shutting it quietly behind him, sagging. He leaned his forehead against the door, unwilling to move just yet, finding it difficult to will himself the last gasp of energy to turn and flop onto his bed.

He was exhausted beyond compare, fatigued past synonym, tired down to the marrow and barely holding himself upright. A long week of difficult pushes had seen loss after loss after loss, unable to breach RED's defenses to deliver the payload. Today, the team had rallied, hammering at the defensive line until they finally prevailed, but it had taxed Medic to his limits, calling pushes and directing his teammates as he built charges and dove out of the line of fire from every angle.

Once the adrenaline had worn off as he showered away the grime and sweat and blood, Medic had found himself growing progressively more boneless as he sluggishly schlepped his way back to the dormitory hall, and his quarters thereby. Whoops and hollers from his teammates as they partook in post-victory celebrations and afternoon rituals faded past his closed door, leaving him in the relative quiet of his own space, able to finally just stop for what felt like the first time in days.

When he finally mustered the herculean amount of energy required to merely turn on his heel to face his room, Medic's eyes snapped open in sleepy surprise. "Was?"

Heavy and Scout reclined on his bed, half-covered by his sheets, shirtless. He was sure neither man was wearing a stitch of clothing, but honestly he couldn't bring himself to get excited about it. His weariness drove away any lurid thoughts.

"'Bout time you got here," Scout teased, stretching languidly to show off his body to his oldest lover. "Bed's awful cold without ya, Doc."

"But we help make it warm for you," Heavy assured him with a warm smile, scooting onto his side and patting the space between them.

"My men," Medic hummed softly, a smile crossing his lips. "I'm too tired for any fun, I fear," he cautioned, tossing his gloves onto his desk and unbuttoning his coat.

"This is fine," Heavy dismissed with a wave. "Want to hold you, give you nice cuddle after big win. You did well, Doktor. Work hard all week. You deserve reward."

"A reward?" Medic asked, smirking a little.

Heavy merely rubbed his furry chest in reply, smiling knowingly.

Medic shed his coat and tie and set to his waistcoat and shirt, chuckling. He couldn't resist Heavy's fluff, to be sure. "You spoil me."

Scout hopped to his feet as he noticed Medic fumbling with his buttons, wobbly with exhaustion. "Here, Doc. Lemme," he offered, making quick work of the man's too-many buttons and helping him strip. Layers fell to the floor to be dealt with later, Medic laughing as Scout lifted his arms to illustrate what he wanted him to do, pulling his undershirt free once the doctor complied. "I feel like a child being undressed for bath time," he chuckled, his arms falling to his sides.

"Well you already got cleaned up, so I guess it's time to wrestle you into some footie pajamas and read you a bedtime story," Scout teased, unbuckling Medic's belt and opening his fly, shimmying his trousers and underwear down together until they bunched around his thighs. He gestured for Medic to sit, and the doctor complied, perching on the side of the bed and watching with a smile as Scout carefully pulled his boots off and set them aside.

"I don't think even Pyro has a set of footie pajamas big enough for me," Medic laughed.

"Yeah, that's true. I guess you gotta sleep naked, then." Scout grinned and tugged Medic's clothes the rest of the way off, his socks ending up in the bundle of trousers and underwear that now sat in a pile on the floor with his shirts and waistcoat.

"Do I still get a bedtime story?"

"You really want me to tell you a big long story right now?" Scout threatened knowingly, ushering Medic to lie down and drawing the covers gently up over him.

"Only if you don't mind if I fall asleep during it."

Scout smirked, climbing into bed after him. "See now that's why I ain't gonna bother. Don't want you to miss any good parts."

Heavy wrapped an arm around Medic and tugged him close, letting him bury his nose into the fluffy hair at the middle of his chest with a contented sigh. One arm limply flopped over the giant, fingers lazily petting at the hair on his back.

Behind Medic, Scout slotted in, tangling his legs with the taller man's as he hugged him close and pressed soft kisses to the nape of his neck. "Just let it all melt away," he murmured, wrapping his arm around Medic and cuddled up close. "We got the day off tomorrow, and you got a nice long night's sleep between us before that. Nothin' to do but relax an' enjoy it."

Medic hummed out a soft sound of comfort, nuzzling Heavy's chest as he felt the tension drain from his body. Heavy's massive hand cupped his hip, surrounding him in the warmth of his lovers and blanket tucked up around his shoulders. Softly, he yawned. "Mm, I love you both," he murmured drowsily, sleep already tugging at him.

"We love you too," Scout soothed, giving him a squeeze.

"Good night, Doktor," Heavy whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of Medic's head, snickering softly as a quiet snore answered him.

"Damn, that was fast," Scout chuckled.

[spencer-charnas-ix]

The Day in the Life of SSA Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner - A Criminal Minds Fanfic

A/N: Credits for this idea go to @criminal-minds-quotes and credits to @cassioxpeiaxmgg for telling me to write this madness because this was so much fun to write, and I just wanted to make Hotch really sassy, sarcastic and petty because it's funny lol 🤣 SSA Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner's day in the BAU was typical, except when he had to deal with his chaotic work children. Hotch walked into the bullpen, Coffee in hand. His eyes were baggy, but he still looked bright and professional in his crisp suit. 'This is going to be a long day...thank God for coffee,' he thought as he walked past his chaotic work children who were causing chaos as usual, whilst he was wishing he could have a break. Just one damn break! Was it so hard to ask for? In Hotch's case. Yes. Yes, it was. It would have to be a miracle for him to actually have a long break. Hotch walked into his office, sat in his chair, sipped his coffee and sighed deeply, waiting for the caffeine to kick into his system. Just then, he heard a knock on the door. "Come in..." Aaron said, sipping his coffee, waiting for the chaos to ensue. SSA David Rossi, Hotch's best friend and co-worker, walked in and said, "Hey Aaron, we've got that meeting with the BAU directors in a few minutes." Hotch facepalmed, "Oh, for god's sake, I hate those meetings; they're so boring, even for me! A person who likes meetings." "Look, let's just get this over with; I even bought some liquid luck." Rossi pulled a flask of whiskey from his jacket pocket, opened it, and sipped it, handing it to Hotch, who also sipped from it. "Well, here goes nothing", Hotch said, taking a deep breath, handing the flask back to Rossi as they walked off to the meeting. Hotch was sitting in his chair, bored out of his mind during the meeting. He looked off into the distance, wanting to be in his office working. "Agent Hotchner, do you have anything to add about the safety of the BAU?" Erin Strauss asked as Hotch just rolled his eyes

"Yeah, tell them to cry a damn river, and yes, I put them in bad situations, but who cares? I have to deal with my team, or as I call them, my chaotic, mentally ill work children, with Rossi's help since he's my work husband."

Apart from Rossi, who was on the verge of trying not to laugh, everyone was stunned. "But what about your team?"

"Oh please, they're way too mentally ill not to get into trouble; just last week, I had to stop Emily from setting something on fire again." "I-how did that happen?" "Derek gave her a lighter and told her to 'do crime', and then, well, she tried setting fire to the bullpen; it was chaos." "Right, I see, but it's bad; you do it all the time and it's rude-" "Oh, your feelings are hurt; oh no, do I need to call a wahhhbulance?" Hotch mocked sarcastically "Hotch, what the hell has gotten into you?" Another person in the meeting asked, raising an eyebrow in shock

Rossi kept trying not to laugh, but it was getting harder each time for him to hold in his laughter. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe I just think this meeting is so boring that I'd rather listen to Reid blabber on about something for hours," Hotch replied sarcastically. Meanwhile, Rossi couldn't take it anymore and fell on the floor laughing his head off; everyone turned to look at him in shock, except for Hotch, who was just trying not to laugh himself. "Hotch, you're being way out of line-" Erin said, annoyed as Hotch interrupted her scoffing. "Oh, I'm sorry, Karen. What are you going to do? Speak to the manager or, better yet, throw a tantrum?" Aaron said condescendingly as he rolled his eyes, checking his nails Rossi ended up laughing his head off as he rasped, "THAT'S MY WORK, WIFE!! YOU GO HOTCH" he cackled as tears of laughter ran down his face After the meeting was over, Hotch was in his office with Rossi, drinking some whiskey and laughing "I cannot believe you said all that," Rossi said, sipping his whiskey Hotch laughed. "I regret nothing from it" Rossi chuckled. "I still can't believe you called Erin a Karen" "David, you know as well as I do that she's a Karen sometimes." "More like all the time." Both Hotch and Rossi burst out laughing and continued sipping whiskey and continuing their day as the tired, work parents of the BAU

[humongousgothskeletonfarm]

chapter 6 thoughts: (spoilers ahead!)

oh. fuck.

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he was king. now he’s a martyr.

holy shittttt

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aftg really brings us all together, this is random but i love talking to other fan accounts about the books

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anyway fanfics will no longer have to speculate when rikos funeral was, and if kevin attended or not (or if he had a mental breakdown about it)

also neil u have no tact babe and i love u for it

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oh renee ur so lovely ur so insightful (neil u should listen to what she has to say)

jean and his ‘i won’t grieve him’ ❤️🫶

- ‘promise me’ jean said with a desperation that should have kill him, nathaniel didn’t hesitate, ‘i promise’ SHUT THE FUCK UP I LOVE THEM THANK U NORA THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANTED FROM THIS BOOK

THE SWAP FROM NATHANIEL TO NEIL IS JUST AS POWERFUL FROM JEANS PERSOECTIVE IN TSC AS IT WAS IN FROM NEILS IN TKM I LITERALLY CANNOT THE PARALLELS ARE KILLING ME

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it’s 1:40 am and i’ve just made a cup of tea to keep myself awake

feeling many things about jeans perusal of the fox photo wall and taking renee’s picture

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i know these motherfuckers aren’t accusing neil kevin and jean of abandoning that cunt and leading to his ‘suicide’

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WE ARE THE RIGHT PEOPLE I THINK JUST NOT THE RIGHT TIME (look i am admittedly not a jean/renee shipper but good god they are so sweet in this)

A COOL EVENING BREEZE AND RAINBOWS

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screaming as silently as i can rn

- petition for someone to put summertime sadness on the jean playlist

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whattttt is the mystery about jeremy’s family?? what is this fabled fall banquet that tore his family in half im so intrigued i have to know more

ALSO JEREMY IS IN THERAPY AND HAS SOME SORT OF FAMILY ISSUES I KNEW IT IM SURE THATS ON A BINGO SOMEWHERE

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jeremy dad of the trojans checking to see that they’re safe and also cody first cannon non binary character??? pls say yes

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accidentally fell asleep in the middle of my planned all nighters whoops it’s currently 7 am

chapter 7:

“I like to indulge,” Jeremy said with a dimpled smile. ​Kevin’s words mocked him in the back of his thoughts: “Some of them you like.”

i did. notice this in chapter 2 or whatever but is this?? are we getting jerejean???? that’s what this means righ??

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jeremy wdym ‘oh to be the pampered elite’ u have a butler??

jean defending kevin saying he’s earned the right to be arrogant be still my beating heart i love these stubborn mother fuckers

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He was years away, watching a different beautiful boy lean in close to say, Will you teach me when he’s not watching? It could be our secret.

STOP IT RN

chapter 8!!

flicked him a sly look. “Easy on the eyes, maybe.”

AHHHHH!!!

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also so glad that there’s 100% confirmation cat and laila are dating (shared bedroom!)

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the description of laila and cats lounge room is so soft and cozy im so jealous i wish i was there

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barkbark von barkenstein u will never top sir fat cat mcatterson (although props to nora for always having simultaneously the worst and most creative names for pets)

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jean telling cat she’s a good player but misses every ball at her hips is literally every raven! (someone) fic ever come to life where they meet a relatively normal other team and have absolutely no tact or awareness of what others considered rude and immediately tell the other players what their weaknesses are (i’m obsessed)

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“Yes,” he said, and if he didn’t sound sure, he at least sounded angry. “Let them all burn. I hope none of them survive.” BABY I LOVE U IM SO PROUD OF U UR SAFE NOW FUCK RIKO FUCK THE RAVENS FUCK THE MASTER

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“Oh, he’s good. A bit rude, but I like him. I think we’re going to be good friends.”

i’d say the exact same thing

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*jeremy giving jean the keys*

well it’s not andreil levels of drama and symbolism but love a good comparison

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or they do not care enough about her wellbeing. It’s unforgivable either way.”

giggling a bit over jean being up in arms about boba knowing that he’d be seriously unimpressed with me if he knew how much boba i drank

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he wants to know what it was for

AND WHAT IF THAT LINE BROKE ME NORA?? AND WHAT THEN??

The Ravens had given up everything to be the undefeated champions, only to be destroyed last month by a tiny team from South Carolina.

I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

“Loving something is not enough,” Jean told him, right on cue. ​“When is the last time you enjoyed playing?” Jeremy asked. ​“Irrelevant,” Jean said. “I am Jean Moreau; I am perfect Court. I do not need to enjoy it to be the best backliner in the NCAA.”

that was what Jean felt safest in, Jeremy would back his decision wholeheartedly.

LITERALLY LEAVE ME ALONE

chapter 9999

also i’m so glad that we have jeremy/laila/cat friendship like in fics and stuff they were always best buddies coz they were the only trojan characters named in the books but it’s great to see they’re actually good friends in cannon

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“I need you to listen to me for one moment,” Laila said, “and I need you to believe me when I say it. Fuck Coach Moriyama.”

AGREED AGREED AGREED FUCK THAT CUNT

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COOKING LESSONS WITH JEAN THIS IS THE WHOLESOME CONTENT I SIGNED UP FOR

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cat talking macronutrients and promising to help with his diet so it’s still familiar but more fun in order to begin healing jeans relationship with food is so important to me

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nora bleaching jeremy’s hair blonde after telling us she was shocked we all headcannoned him as blonde while she thought he was brunette is so funny to me,, don’t worry fan artists u do not have to change a thing!

(frosted tips made me giggle too, jeremy u pussy)

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“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?”

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chapter 10

jean learning basic household chores like sorting and washing clothes and deep cleaning the apartment and learning his way around a supermarket <3

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LAILA CAT JEAN FRIENDSHIP IS REAL

Afternoons were filled with whatever the women were in the mood for that day, be it wandering downtown, shopping, or combing through estate sales.

Jean went where they took him because it was better than being left in the house alone,

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COOKING IS HEALING JEAN ITS A COMFORT THING SHUT THE FUCK UP THIS IS EVERYTHUNG HES SO REAL FOR THAT

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Ravens graduated; they didn’t leave.

fuck if that didn’t just stop my heart

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i definitely should have been more wary of the trigger warnings. if anyone is wanting to read the book but is worried about certain parts, i’d be happy to let y’all know what sections are triggering so u can try and skip around them.

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But Jean was not a Raven, and Wayne was dead.

FUCK YEAH BABY NOT ANYMORE U ARENT

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the thought of that quiet space with its single bed was so repulsive he turned toward the living room instead. - this is so important to me

He could sense the others’ presence even if they weren’t around to bother him, and that was enough to take the edge off the loneliness eating at his heart.

literally end my life i’m so happy for jean, he’s healing slowly but surely

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this was better than anything he’d ever had. It was worlds more than he deserved. He feared it as much as he wanted it;

JEAN U DO DESERVE IT I PROMISE U

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wait wtf,, zane is reacher??? in literally every raven fic ever reacher is the most abusive character other than riko

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OMFG BEACH SCENE??? THEYRE GONNA TAKE JEAN TO THE BEACH??? CHECK THAT OFF EVERY SINGLE BINGO CARD MADE FOR THIS BOOK

^ yeah i wrote that two seconds before then reading jeans panic attack about drowning and the trigger of riko waterboarding him and neil and now i want to cry

[fabseg-creator]

Miraculous fanfic: Chrysabug (First Time)

I've drawn new Cerisette/Chrysabug sketches. The first (at the top) illustrates the first meeting (or first confrontation) between Ladybug and Chrysalis and how should be happening. Below, there is a fanfic.

This happens in a rooftop of a building. Ladybug has been attacked by a supervillain (or precisely by a supervillainess): It's in fact the new Butterlfy Miraculous Holder. After an intense duel (with the use of the Lucky Charm and the Miraculous Ladybug for repair the minor damages on the roof), Ladybug had managed to immobilize her Butterfly girl. The latter is trapped in her opponent's yo-yo.

Ladybug (in good mood, teasing): It seems I have cought a special butterfly. Is that you, the Nooroo's new Holder ?

Chrysalis (confident): I just hoped I could catch a interesting specimen as you are, Ladybug.

Ladybug: Who are you ?

Chrysalis: Before you call your Cat*, I want say to you who I am, my Lady.

Ladybug feels confused about her adversary saying 'My Lady'. It's the Cat Noir's line.

Chrysalis: I am Monarch's former apprentice. The future Hawkmoth. But for the moment, I prefer you call me Chrysalis.

Ladybug: Sounds like you are too proud about yourself, Chrysalis.

Chrysalis giggles.

Chrysalis: When you fought against Monarch, I was present. I came to the Agreste manor for steal the Butterfly brooch to Mr Agreste. I just came to take my revenge on him for having backfired me. I've observed you in action, but none of both you had noticed my presence. I know all about you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Ladybug: What ?

Chrysalis (smiling): Even about the wish processus. Gimmi the kwami of the Reality. The Gabriel's self-erasure from the reality. I could reveal that to everyone (even to Adrien) but I haven't did it. That happened two months ago. Do you know why I still keep your secret hidden ?

Ladybug (perplexed): What do you mean ?

Chrysalis: I hide your identity from the public because I respect you, my Lady.

Ladybug is intrigued.

Chrysalis: Since I know you exist as the superheroin of Paris, I hated you so much for having saboted my schemes. I've teamed up with Hawkmoth who will become Monarch for eliminating you. I hated you even in your civilian form, so I had to ruin your life. I hated you until the day of the final battle against Monarch when I has been witness of your detransformation of Bugnoire. I was confused first like you are actually confused. I've found out Marinette and Ladybug are the same person that explains why you're the only one I've never managed to make you fell in my words.

Ladybug: Wait a minute. Your words ? You would say: Your lies ?

Chrysalis: Ding ! ding ! ding ! good answer, my Lady.

Ladybug (shocked and grossed): Lila ?!

Chrysalis: Yeah and not really. Lila Rossi was nothing but a disguise. Things aren't always what they seem to be at first sight. I have used too many identities and disguises on my life even before you and Cat Noir had begun your adventures/tales on Paris. My vision of the world is just... different.

Ladybug: It's a lot of things you're telling me, 'Chrysalis'. How can I be sure you're not lying to me, this time ? A trap ?

Chrysalis: I understand your vigilance but I don't come to you as your enemy. I have a deal for you.

Ladybug: What deal ?

Chrysalis: I challenge you to discover my birth name and/or to find my residence. You can call the place my lair but I call it La Plage too. I keep your real identity secret, my Lady. Don't worry.

Ladybug: You introduce yourself to me with the only missing miraculous. You already engage a duel against me and now you propose me an 'treasure hunting' about you ?

Chrysalis: The duel was just a test but I will try to be fair on this .

Ladybug stays careful of the butterfly girl's words. She stealthly spins for watching around herself (realizing a panorama) and she turns her look on the captive.

Ladybug: I just want to be sure you haven't bring some akumatized people.

Chrysalis: I even haven't akumatized anyone yet at Paris. Have you noticed that ? I offer you this deal. But only to you.

Ladybug: Why me ?

Chrysalis begins to be flirtatous.

Chrysalis (blushing): Because you have made me curious toward you. Since you've hidden the fact Gabi and Monarch were the same person from everybody in the world, I just realised you and I are similar, familiar. Together, we need each other.

Ladybug is like slightly disturbed by Chrysalis' words.

Ladybug: Do you believe I will accept this deal ?

Chrysalis: So. Do you prefer I reveal who is really Gabriel Agreste to everybody (even in prison) ? Bring me to jail and it will be fun. Take me the miraculous but I have covered the brooch with a strong glue for prevent you to remove it to me.

The red black-spotted superheroin still expresses some doubts. Meanwhile, she is now aware of these revelations used to not be lies: her adversary knows her real identity, the same girl has been Hawkmoth's accomplice for akumatization causes, knows how to use the Absolute Power from Tikki and Plagg and the girl is used to be 'Lila Rossi'. She has even confessed Lila was a simple disguise she had weared during her time at Françoise Dupont school with many disguises. Meanwhile, Ladybug rethinks about the actual butterfly holder's case.

Why hadn't she tried to steal the Ladybug and Cat miraculouses for summon Gimmi and make the wish for herself ? Has she some other plans ? If she can use some fake identities and some fake looks, why didn't have used all her ressources ? Is it possible Nooroo can accept a girl like her as his holder ?

Ladybug realizes about this point: During the Summer vacation, 'Lila'/Chrysalis hasn't come back in her life. This peace time has been too good for her. And now, like an intuition, the superheroin begins to think her adversary is honest for real. Despite the confusing situation she's living, Ladybug has the feeling her nemesis isn't telling lies to her at all.

Chrysalis: Have you chosen your choice, my Lady ?

Ladybug: Fine. I let you leave, Chrysalis. For this time.

The superheroin removes her yo-yo, freeing Chrysalis. The latter takes her swordcane, moves away from Ladybug and jumps from the rooftop to a building.

Chrysalis: Thank you for your choice. We will see you again, Ladybug. (making an evil smile) But as a civilian, I look forward to seeing you again, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. When will happen, I will be already disguised. (becoming cheerful again) That's my clue for you. I wish you Good luck for finding out who I am really, my real name and my real backstory.

Chrysalis moves her arms for forming a heart pose at the top of her own head. It's a directed message to Ladybug. The latter is suddenly fascinated by the former. The butterfly girl flees to the other side of Paris and disappears.

Ladybug (intrigued and blushing): What a strange girl.

The End

*Cat Noir

Bonuses:

Chrysabug kiss scene.

Ladybug and Chrysalis take the hide on an alley away from the public.

[gayofthefae]

Thinking about how crazy together is so meaningful because it isn't some romantic promise. It isn't just that, without context, "mad for each other" type "we'll go crazy together hypothetically".

It isn't hypothetical. The conversation that led them to that point is "I am scared I'm genuinely losing my mind because I become so immersed in my visions of monsters that I lose reality" "I am also scared that I'm losing my mind because I see people that aren't really there" "Hey, on the upside, maybe we can room together at Pennhurst Asylum"

Like that was the conversation. It was earnestly "our real life experiences and symptoms are making us actually worry about our sanity, let's promise not to tell anybody" and then Mike, loving in the way that he does, says "but it's some comfort knowing that, like everything, we're doing this together too"

And now I'm thinking about "I have no idea what's gonna happen next, but I think it'll be better if we work together. If we're a team. Friends. Best friends" and my other post about how if you look into it's kind of a version of "I want to jump into the abyss with you, I'll be less scared". It's also logistic, of course "us fighting won't help anything" but they had also already stopped fighting. So now I'm thinking about how, really, that's just a rephrasing of "Hey, well if we're both going crazy, at least we'll go crazy together, right?"

It's easy to isolate that line and think of it how it's used in other shows, more of a "hypothetically, we'll go crazy together", but in this, he was saying "this real thing that's happening is made better by you being here with me. I think we're gonna be okay."

And I sometimes read fanfics of it where it's more cavalier, but I feel like we need to remember that "craziness" was very stigmatized, just look at how they all treat Joyce's history with mental illness is season 1 - basically equating anxiety and depression as "only a matter of time before she fell into full delusion and hallucination". I don't think that they'll necessarily repeat it because it wasn't "let's go crazy together" it was "we are going crazy together". Without the real-time stakes to it, it doesn't mean the same thing so a callback would still be romantic but used in a different context, it would be different. It didn't mean "crazy together" like "let's take this supernatural risk together" or "hey, wanna do something crazy?"/"that was crazy of us!" They're using it as the stigmatized word that it is. They're using it with the weight that it holds.

It's closer, to me, to "Maybe I'm crazy! Maybe I'm out of my mind, but God help me, I will keep these lights up until the day I die if I think there is a chance that Will is still out there." - which makes sense with all the season 1 parallels between Mike and Joyce i.e. her seeing the lights vs him hearing the radio and everyone else is like "it's ok sweetie, we know you miss him"

I think the best subtext I can translate is what I already said: a lighthearted "Hey, well, at least maybe we can bunk together at Pennhurst."

edit: a better way to put it is I feel like it's this as opposed to how people usually treat as more of a "you die, I die"(-Dustin to Steve, s3)

[ashxketchum]

Posting another non-updated fanfic snippet today!

This is from my Rich Girl x Poor Boy AU about which I have posted things here and there. To understand the background, it's important to read the first part on FFN, and then the first half of this particular scene here.

If after this scene, you feel like diving more into this AU then you can read another snippet here.

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“I am so glad that I finally get to introduce my boyfriend in person to all of you.”

The crowd was so silent that Tyson thought they’d be able to hear his heart thumping against his chest, that they’d hear the sound of blood rushing to his ears as he slowly realised what was happening. He felt the girl’s nails dig into his skin, and it was as if the stinging sensation was all the push that his brain needed to function, he quickly gauged the situation. It wouldn't bode well for this girl if her so called boyfriend looked as shocked to hear the news as her friends and family, so after saying a silent prayer in his head for the lie he was about to become an accomplice to, Tyson put on his best fake smile and faced the audience in front of him.

“Sorry for being late, and thank you for the invitation-” darting his eyes quickly around the hall, Tyson found the banner he remembered seeing before, clearing his throat for effect, he faced the birthday girl with a real smile that he didn’t know he still had the energy to muster, “Aiko. Happy birthday to you! Glad I was able to catch some of your performance.”

Tyson felt the brunette almost deflate from relief next to him, her hold on his arm loosened and instead she pressed her shoulder against his, leaning onto him for support to stand because they both knew, that the worst was yet to come. The birthday girl, Aiko, did not seem fully convinced by Tyson’s words so she had shifted her attention to the girl instead, narrowing her already beady eyes, she responded in the same high pitched tone as before.

“Glad you could finally show your face to us. But let’s not forget, this is my party, we’ll focus on him some other time.”

She raised her eyes at the crowd around them in a questioning manner, everyone fell in line immediately, talking about her performance or the party, and just like that, in a matter of minutes, Tyson and his new girlfriend were invisible again.

Girlfriend.

Even the thought of that word sent a shiver down his spine and woke him up to the reality of the situation he was in. Now that every thought was registering in his mind in real time, anger bubbled up in his chest as he met the girl’s striking, garnet eyes. He couldn’t believe that she would drag a stranger into her weird lie just to save face in front of her judgemental friends. He could see the panic on her face when he glared at her, so being the gentleman that he was, Tyson slowly removed her hand from his arm and then grabbed it as inconspicuously as he could. Dragging her along with him through the party crowd and towards the exit of the hall. When she didn’t protest against the route that he was taking, his grasp on her hand strengthened as he tried to collect all the thoughts spinning inside his head. He kept his gaze ahead of him as they exited onto the lobby of the hotel, not even stopping to check if anyone from his mother’s team was loitering around for work. He kept walking in long yet careful strides until he exited the hotel, turning the first corner that came into his view on the street.

The alley he had barged into turned out to be a dead end, Tyson cursed under his breath and came to a halt. Spinning on his feet to face the brunette silently tagging along with him all the way here from the hotel, he fixed her with an intense glare, hoping to scare her off but the minute he let go of her hand, she put some respectable distance between them, folding her arms across her chest and stared back at him with a passive gaze of her own.

“I’m sorry, I really am, but you owe me!” Her voice was surprisingly sincere, but Tyson was in no mood to play along with her anymore.

“An apology for the kiss? Yes.” Tyson gritted his teeth as her words rang in his ears, pointing in the direction of the hotel they had just come from, he added in a bitter tone, “But whatever that was, hell no!”

“Please, you’ll only have to do it a few more times!” With just a hint of desperation in her voice, she stared at him with those big, mesmerising eyes of hers and he found it slightly hard to look away.

“Lady, do you even know my name?”

“T-Tyson?” She stuttered out a response, looking at him hopefully and Tyson’s mouth fell open. Realising that her guess had been right, a relived smile appeared on her face as she explained to him how she’d figured it out, “I heard it that night...at new year’s eve. Someone called you when we were talking.”

“Okay,” Tyson said, swallowing hard.

What he wanted to do then was end the conversation and walk away, nothing about it felt right to him in any way. He was starting to think if the lie that she’d made up back there was not so much a spur of the moment thing but something that had been going on for a while. He didn’t think that it was fair that not only did she already know his name, but was using it to claim a relationship with him when he had no clue about who she was.

“I don’t know your name.”

The thought was supposed to stay in his head but he blurted it out accidentally, and that made the girl’s face perk up immediately, as if he was coming close to going along with her plan.

“Hilary Tachibana.” She promptly introduced herself, putting a hand forward for him to shake but all Tyson could do was eye it with distrust.

“Tachibana...Tachibana…” He knew he was familiar with that last name and he racked his brain to figure out just where he’d heard it but eventually he drew a blank. She didn’t put any effort into jogging his memory along, but instead pulled her hand back to her side dejectedly with a pout as Tyson didn’t show any sign of initiating the handshake.

“Listen, princess, my plate is so full right now, I don’t have time for a fake relationship, I don’t even have time for a real one!”

xxx

[bronzeeditsx]

Maya fanfic part 3 (this is slightly getting more mature)

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You got out of bed rubbing your eyes whilst turning your alarm clock off. It was 7:30am and training was at 9.

You picked up your phone from your bedside table and the first thing that crossed your mind was to ask Maya if she wanted a lift to training today.

You heard a ding from your phone a few minutes later and it was from Maya replying ‘that sounds good xx’.

You ate your breakfast not soon after and headed out with a jacket over your training gear as it was quite cold this morning.

The drive to Maya’s house wasn’t far and as you walked up to her front door to ring the door bell, the door suddenly opened.

“Hi, how are you?”, Maya asked, with a grin.

You were about to reply but your eyes noticed she was somehow wearing a sleeveless top at this temperature, meaning her arms were on full display.

“Y-yeah i’m good thanks”, You replied diverting your eyes back to Maya’s.

“Good, we should probably get going now”, She said turning to lock the door.

“Yes, let’s not be late”.

Maya got in the passenger seat placing her bag at her feet.

“Thank you for picking me up”, Maya said, looking at you with a smile.

“Of course, I didn’t want you to walk to training in the cold, but obviously it doesn’t seem to affect you”, You replied, smirking.

“I’m as hard as nails”, Maya joked, rubbing her arm making it obvious she was showing off her muscles.

“Very funny”, You said, chuckling.

You parked up your car at the training ground and then walked along with Maya.

She opened the door for you as you got to the front entrance.

“Ladies first”, She said with a smile.

You wanted to be affectionate with her before training started you thought, whilst placing your belongings into a locker, but there was too many people around who would see.

Today’s training is going to be a difficult one as it requires a lot of running and pushing our limits as we were playing in the FA cup soon against Aston Villa.

The schedule for today was running/sprinting drills up until lunch and then a light gym session in the afternoon.

At the start of the session you felt good about the running and even during the middle. We had some short water breaks in between and then it got to the end the full on sprinting, the drill everyone hated.

It started off steadily with most of the team starting of well, then after a bit a few people stopped, mostly the defenders, but not Maya.

Towards the end there was a handful of us left, you were a winger so you wanted to perform well and show the manager that you should start regularly. However suddenly your legs felt heavy and your breathing became erratic, you got to the line which if you wanted to stop you can cross and recover with most of the team but you felt you had one more in you.

You were half way there on the way back thinking you would make it until suddenly you got the worst cramp in your leg making you fall to the floor.

Your vision felt slightly blurry as your chest was rising and falling at a rapid rate. You soon noticed a figure stop in front of as the rest of who was left make it to the end.

“A-are you alright?”, You heard Maya’s voice say through heavy breaths kneeling down to you as you lay horizontal on the floor.

“Y-yes…i just h-have cramp”, You said covering your eyes, embarrassed about the situation you were in.

Maya then soothingly rubbed your leg then stretched it out whilst standing back up.

“It’s okay now”, You said shortly, moving your leg down then slowly sitting up.

You took some deep breaths attempting to stand back up but your legs were still weak and started to lose balance.

Maya caught you before you fell holding you up by your waist.

“I’ve got you”, Maya said, but it came out as a whisper as she was still catching her breath.

She moved one of yours arms around her shoulder and slowly walked you towards the bench.

You looked up forgetting everyone else was there as they had all stopped running now and were resting.

As you walked past them still holding on to Maya your team mates gave you sympathetic looks or a few asked if you were okay as everyone didn’t want to bombard you with questions.

You sat down on the bench, Maya also taking the seat next to you as you started to regain your full vision and breathe again.

The medics came over to you assessing your health and they concluded you will easily recover soon if you take things a bit slower today and recommended you to not partake in the gym session but maybe do some stretches instead.

Maya’s face was now filled with less worry as you got back up to walk back inside to follow the others, Maya placed her hand on your lower back on the way as she knew people wouldn’t question it and just see us being close friends.

You walked back into the locker room where most people were already changed to soon go to lunch.

“We’ll meet you in the cafe”, Maya said to Millie and a few others who were waiting for you, and making sure you were okay again.

Now it was only you and Maya left.

“You scared me for a second”, Maya said, lifting up her shirt.

“Only a second?”, You joked.

“Ok maybe more than a second”, She chuckled, putting a clean top on.

“I was just trying to do my best”.

Maya then sat down next to you, placing a hand on your thigh.

“You did amazing”, she said, looking into your eyes.

You started to blush as you found it difficult to take compliments.

“You did, you can easily out run me and anyone on this team”.

“Thanks”, You replied, moving closer to her.

She moved her hand from your thigh and placed it up to your cheek as her her thumb gently moved up and down.

You leant in closer to her until suddenly the door opened.

Maya quickly pulled away from you and bent down to tie her shoes.

“I’m just getting my phone, sorry did I interrupt something”, Ella said walking over to her locker.

“No it’s okay, we were just about to leave”, Maya replied.

“Okay”, Ella said, giving both of you a quick glance and then walking out the door.

“She’s definitely going to tell Lessi”, You said, now fully changed.

“Yeah she is”, Maya chuckled.

You picked up your bag and headed towards the door.

“Wait you forgot something”.

You turned back around and Maya walked up to you.

She then pulled you into a kiss placing her hand once again on your cheek.

After a few seconds you pulled away, your face even more flustered than before.

You smiled, then brought her into a hug rubbing your hands up and down her back.

“We should probably go now, before anyone else gets suspicious”, Maya said.

“Yeah”, You replied, pulling away from the hug.

Maya then reached for the door, holding it open for you once again.

“Thanks”, you said, returning the smile she gave you.

When you got to the cafe most of your teammates had already got food and were eating and chatting away.

You and Maya collected your food and the two spaces that were spare was a table with Mary, Nikita, Lessi and Ella.

You sat down and then joined in the conversation acting like nothing had happened.

After an hour everyone started heading to the gym and now you felt a lot better now so you were allowed to join in.

You were doing some rolling exercises on the floor whilst Maya was pulling some weights which she enjoys doing the most. During the session you both exchanged occasional glances and before you knew it the day was over.

Maya got in the passenger seat of your car as you started the engine now heading back to her house.

As you pulled up to her drive she once again invited you into her house, which you couldn’t resist.

She unlocked the door and you followed her in.

You walked into her living room and Mocha instantly ran up to Maya wagging her tail. Shifting your attention off Mocha you then suddenly noticed another women sat on her couch.

“Ah y/n this is my neighbour who looks after mocha some days when i’m not training”.

“Nice you meet you”, she said, getting up and shaking your hand.

“Nice to meet you too”, You replied, putting on a fake smile, you couldn’t ignore the fact that some may say she was pretty.

I think Maya caught on to what you were thinking as she quickly said “Thank you for looking after her for me, how much do I owe you for this week?”.

“You don’t have to give me anything”, She replied.

“Are you sure?”, Maya asked.

“Yes, she keeps me company, oh yes i’ve already fed her, her tea”,.

Maya nodded, then glancing back over to you.

“Right, I should probably get going now”, She said picking up her bag.

“Okay, have a nice evening”, Maya said opening the door for her.

“And you”, She said walking back towards her house.

Maya then closed the door and locked it.

She turned back to you and joined you on the couch as you played with Mocha.

“Hey, you don’t have anything to worry about”, Maya said rubbing your back.

“I know”, You replied, not even believing yourself.

“Okay, i’ll start making tea then, i’m starving”. Maya said walking towards the kitchen.

“Same, i’ll come with you”.

Maya then chuckled, whilst looking in the cupboards.

“What are you laughing at?”, You asked.

“Nothinggg”.

“Is it because i said come?”.

“Maybe”, Maya replied, blushing.

“You’re so immature”, You giggled.

“Sorry”, She said. trying to stop herself from laughing even more.

“Right what are we going to eat?”, You asked.

“I could make us some lasagna”, Maya replied, trying to laugh quietly.

“Sounds good”, You said, also trying not to laugh, watching Maya’s facial expressions.

She reached down to get pan from her cupboard and placed it on the counter.

She then got some ingredients out and started cutting some vegetables.

As she was cutting the onions you watched her eyes start to quickly water and tears dripped down her face.

You bent down to find the mince in her freezer and all of a sudden you heard Maya burst out laughing.

You looked to the left of you and watched her wipe her eyes with her sleeve.

This instantly made you laugh with her and you were both giggling for a good few minutes as you couldn’t seem to stop.

Eventually you did and carried on following the recipe.

You then placed the lasagne in the oven and it would take a good 35mins for it to cook.

Whilst you waited you poured a glass of wine for both of you and sat down on the couch next to Mocha who was cuddled up next to her favourite toy.

You watched rubbish Tv shows whilst also chatting in parts.

Before you knew it you heard the timer go off and Maya walked towards the oven.

She cut up the lasagne and placed it in two bowls.

You moved to the kitchen table with your wine glass as Maya placed the dish in front of you.

“Would you like some more wine?”, Maya asked.

“Go on then”, You replied, with a smile.

She then poured some for both of you.

“It smells very nice”.

“Hopefully it will taste nice then”, She replied.

She started eating and it was incredible, the best lasagna you have ever had.

“This is amazing”.

“Thanks, you should take some credit for it as well”,

“We make a good team”.

When you both were finished you picked up your plate along with hers and made your way to the kitchen sink, starting to wash the dishes.

Maya soon came up behind you and placed her arms around your waist.

“You don’t have to do this”, She said, pulling you back so your bodies were pressed against each other.

“I-It’s okay”, You replied, blushing profusely.

She then placed soft kisses on the back of your neck, which was your weakness.

Your breathing became heavier and all concentration on washing the dishes was quickly becoming none.

Her hand then made its way slowly under your shirt and her fingertips brushed against your stomach.

You let out a soft moan that you couldn’t control as you let go of the dishes and placed your hands on the counter top.

“Is this okay?”, She asked still placing kisses along you neck.

“Y-Yes”, you replied, not wanting her to stop.

Her hand then trailed down to waistband of your underwear and she ran her fingers across it.

“You sure?”, She said, at this point you were sure was teasing you.

“Yes Maya”, You replied, through heavy breaths.

She then slowly moved her hand in your underwear, your head now dropping back against her shoulder.

“I want you to cum”, She whispered in your ear.

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ch.23: Winters' Fall

Steve Rogers x OFC fic • squeeze your eyes for a Bucky Barnes x (2nd) OFC

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'Just introduce yourself and tell them the situation, Seren, it's not that hard.'

Seren rolled her eyes. Leaning back in her seat, she gazed ahead at the screen where Tony's face was. He was lucky he was behind that screen and not sitting with her in the plane because she wouldn't have been able to guarantee his safety at that moment.

"If it was so easy, why didn't you fly out to Malibu instead?" she raised an eyebrow at him.

"We've been over this. You're the people person in this team," Tony answered, to his credit, smoothly. "Steve swore by it too, you know."

Seren cocked her head to the side, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "I don't see him on the screen—is he still alive?"

"Oh c'mon Twinkle Star, you've only been flying for 2 hours. We're not that bad."

Seren would've loved to be that confident but she couldn't deny the genuine fear she had leaving Steve and Tony in the same room for more than an hour. They were working on their relationship, true, but she was leaving them for a lot longer than an hour. It made her nervous…

"I'm going to do what I can but I just don't think it'll go well for me if I announce myself as the agent who introduced Chloe to S.H.I.E.L.D., the place who is now hunting Chloe," she said to Tony.

"Well, don't introduce yourself like that then," he said with a shrug.

Seren deadpanned the man. "That's literally what happened."

"Just say you're Chloe's best friend. I guarantee that'll get you in through the door. Treat it as an undercover mission, Soul."

Seren was about to point out that it would be a downright paradox but Tony chose that moment to end the transmission. She leaned against her seat, trying in vain to relax. There was no way she could relax even for a bit knowing what was coming.

~0~

It was a breezy kind of day in Malibu, but then again it was always breezy near the Californian coastline. Seren had a few missions there to know that.

She came up to a pretty village-esque house that, while looking like almost every other house down the block, stood out to her with its stark white painting and beautiful colorful flowers growing all over the front walls. Seren wanted to think that was all Chloe. She had mentioned once or twice to Seren that she used to have quality mother-daughter time doing the gardening. Seren eyed the small porch garden lining the door and smiled softly.

I'm going to get you some of that mother-daughter gardening time, she thought.

Drawing in a breath, and the determination to see her promise through, Seren walked up to the door and knocked. She had very little time to come up with a reasonable introduction when the door opened up.

A blonde woman in a pretty sunflower patterned apron stood on the other side. Seren immediately recognized her from all the pictures she had seen in the past. Charlotte Winters smoothed out the sides of her apron and greeted Seren with a polite smile. "Yes, can I help you?"

"Um, my name's...Seren Soul. I'm...well, it's sort of…" Seren looked around the street and while there weren't a lot of people, she still felt like what she needed to talk about had to be done more privately. In most cases, she would just show her SHIELD badge and things would start rolling off immediately. Even that was different now.

"I know you," Charlotte said, tilting her head so that all her blonde hair fell to one side. Seren could no longer tell who was more nervous — she or Charlotte. "Is Chloe here…?"

Seren shook her head.

Charlotte's eyes filled with more fear. "Oh my goodness, is she—?"

Knowing exactly what Charlotte was going to say, Seren shook her head fast. "No, no, no! She's alive, I swear. Can I, come in?"

Charlotte nodded and opened the door wider for Seren to walk in. She closed the door almost immediately after and led Seren down to the living room.

Seren saw the dozens of plants crowding the room — Chloe said her mother was all about the gardening after all — and felt like she'd been indulged into a forest. She especially liked the vines dangling around the television that hung on the wall.

"You're Chloe's friend," Charlotte said. "I, uh, remember your hair…" She made a quick pass at Seren's hair and smiled nervously. "I've seen you in a lot of, um, news. You and Chloe — your friends, right?"

Seren nodded. "Yes…"

I like to think that we still are, she thought.

Charlotte untied her apron and invited Seren to sit down on the couch. "I was just cooking — my husband and boys are always hungry when they get back from work. Chloe has brothers…um…ir she…"

"I know," Seren promised. She could see Charlotte trying to figure out whether or not Chloe had discussed the fact that she had a family. "Chloe told me all about you. I'm Seren Soul."

Charlotte nodded knowingly. "You're the girl who put that missile in space with Iron Man."

"Part of my resume, I guess," Seren said with a light smile. Charlotte tried matching it but she failed miserably. "Mrs. Winters—"

"You can call me Charlotte, it's alright." She tucked some hair behind her ear and sat down on the other couch across Seren. "Um, can I…can I offer you something?"

"No, that's alright, thank you," Seren said, sighing. She had to get started before Charlotte lost her mind with crazy suppositions. "I want you to know that Chloe is alive and she's…she's doing okay…"

The assurance could only do so much for Charlotte and it showed. "I-I try to keep updated as much as I can. We all do. My sons — they're better at the internet stuff. They tell me when they see something about Chloe. And of course my sister in law — May? — she used to tell me whenever Chloe stopped by to visit her and Peter. But May says that Chloe hasn't come by anymore."

Seren nodded silently. She could easily understand why. "Have your sons told you about what happened to SHIELD?"

Charlotte sighed lightly. "Yes. It's all gone now, isn't it?"

"I'm afraid it is. Er…do you know what happened to Chloe in all that mess?"

Charlotte shrugged. "Not really. The news was mostly about the assassin that disappeared, and then you of course…and Captain America…"

"Right, okay," Seren said, mentally preparing herself for what she was about to dump on the poor woman. "Can I ask what exactly you know about Chloe ever since she ran away?"

"Not much," Charlotte said lamentably. "Chloe was very brief the last time we spoke — that was years ago. She said she was okay but that she needed to get away."

"Mrs. — Charlotte, you don't need to feel guilty about anything because Chloe did not leave because of you," Seren said. She recognized the same guilt her parents carried in Charlotte's eyes. And she saw the same relief in Charlotte's eyes too.

"Are you being honest? Because…because in these past years, I have never had a moment of peace knowing my daughter was out there somewhere…purposely avoiding her family. If I had something to do with her leaving…" Charlotte swallowed hard, "We wanted Chloe to have the best grades for college; we wanted her to be well rounded at school…the pressure we put on her…I see now that we may have pushed her too far."

"I can't speak to what Chloe felt in terms of pressure about school but I can tell you — assure you — that she did not runaway because of that."

"Then why did she do it?" Charlotte's voice cracked. Her eyes glistened with fresh tears. "And why doesn't she call us? She hates us?"

"No, no, none of that!" Seren exclaimed. "I'm so sorry — for your family and Chloe — that I have to be the one to tell you what really happened. In any other circumstances, I would let Chloe explain it but…Charlotte, your daughter is going through a very hard time and I'm scared that she might not come out of it."

Charlotte's face paled with worry. "What do — what do you mean?"

"The reason that Chloe ran away is because she accidentally touched a-a piece of alien technology that-that…merged with her."

"What…?" Charlotte's brows furrowed with confusion. "Merge? What do you—?"

"Your daughter is merged with an alien hive mind. That's like a-a…how do I say…" Seren felt her face flush as she struggled to find the right words to explain Chloe's condition without freaking her mother out. "Well, it's basically a unified consciousness that's formed by many, many individuals — in this case a foreign extraterrestrial race — who can share thoughts, communicate with each other and so on…"

Charlotte looked absolutely lost and Seren hated herself for it.

"I suck at this and I can't say how sorry I am…" Seren let out a long, heavy sigh, "Trust me, I really wish Chloe was here…to explain this…I-I don't know the extent of things about the Hive Mind…"

"I wish Chloe was here too," Charlotte said with a sad smile, "But I appreciate you giving me something new to go by on. You telling me that Chloe is still alive helps me breathe a little easier. But you said…you said she needed my help?"

Seren nodded. "She does."

"If what you said is true then I don't see how I could help her in anyway. I'm just a normal person."

"You're her mother," Seren corrected, "And trust me, you have no idea how much that could help her right now." She thought about her own mother and how good things felt in her life knowing that Liana was just a call away now.

"What's happening to my daughter?"

"The organization that infiltrated SHIELD kidnapped Chloe for a moment and they forced her into this procedure that really harmed her physically and mentally. She's not brainwashed anymore but she feels extremely guilty about what she was forced to do. The problelm right now — the biggest one, anyways — is that we need Chloe to undergo another procedure to correct what HYDRA did to her and to finally stabilize the Hive Mind inside her. I was the one who found Chloe when she ran away so I know exactly the kinds of struggles Chloe has gone through because the Hive Mind and her are not in a stable relationship. She needs this procedure done but she is refusing to go through with it."

"And what happens if she doesn't go with the procedure?"

Seren would rather not go into deep detail for the answer that Tony had given her was not a life she wanted for Chloe. "Things will…get worse for Chloe."

"Oh, my baby," Charlotte brought a hand to her mouth. The tears in her eyes were threatening to spill from the corners.

"Your daughter has been through hell and back but right now, she's struggling to come back," Seren reiterated. "She hasn't talked to me in a while. We, uh, had to fight each other and she feels guilty about it. So do I, honestly, but right now I just want to help Chloe. That's why I'm here."

Charlotte let out a small, soft laugh. "I may be her mother but I have no super powers. What can I do?"

"Everybody needs help from their mother at some point in their life. I think right now Chloe could use a big hug from you."

"But I can't see her, can I? Because if you were going to let me, you would have already told me to come with you."

"I'm really sorry but I don't think it's the right moment to see her. Bringing you back to New York could push her over the edge."

"Me, push my daughter over the edge…" Charlotte swallowed hard, "How horrible."

"But there is a way you can help," Seren said quickly, "It's why I'm here. I plan to help Chloe as much as I can, even if she doesn't want me to. We thought that getting a glimpse of her old life could help her remember that there's still things to be happy for. I'm thinking we can collect some of her old things and I can bring them back to her."

"You think that would work?" Charlotte asked hesitantly. "Chloe's bedroom is untouched. We keep hoping that one day she'll come back. She had a whole life here."

"Yeah, I've heard," Seren said, eyes drifting towards the portraits on the shelf. "She's talked about your family. Don't think for a second that she's forgotten about this place, about you all." "Really?" Charlotte chewed on her bottom lip to hold back her tears.

"She's told me all about you guys. Her home…" Seren gestured towards the open windows at the front of the room. "The gardening she used to do with you."

"Oh," Charlotte's face softened, "She remembers that?"

"I promise you that she does. And if we get this right, if the surgery goes as planned, Chloe will be stable once and for all. She'll be able to come back here and visit. But right now, I really need to get that box back to her. Can I take some of her things?"

"Yes, absolutely!" Charlotte exclaimed. She cleared the tears from her cheeks and rose from the couch, determined to help Seren.

~ 0 ~

Chloe took slow steps into the laboratory, peeking her head around the entrance to find Tony working at a table.

This is an idea that won't come to fruit, the Animinds warned her.

"Shut up," Chloe promptly responded. This had been an ongoing battle ever since she decided she would take Bucky up on his proposition to go with him. The Animinds swore it would never happen but Chloe was determined to not let them be right.

"Megamind, I can see you," Tony's cool voice still managed to frighten her. He was looking at her from his spot, bemused with her childlike reaction. "You're like a kid getting caught sneaking out."

"I'm actually sneaking in," Chloe said, at least to keep the game going. It helped calm her nerves.

"Never going to happen," Tony dismissed the absurd idea. "JARVIS would have your behind, isn't that right?" He called out to the program.

"Absolutely," JARVIS confirmed.

Chloe rolled her eyes at them. "I was just sneaking up on you to see what you were doing."

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Tony gestured down to the worktable. It was Chloe's suit in front of him. "Though I'd figure out some of the kinks while I have downtime."

"I told you this should be put on pause," Chloe sighed. She didn't want Tony putting in any work on a suit that would never be used. She brought her hands to her hips. "Tony, don't work on this so much."

"It'll be perfect, you'll see," Tony wagged a finger at her then moved around the table. "What do you think about these?" He tapped against the long arm sleeves. "Would you like them as actual sleeves connected to the suit or is this better?"

"Tony…" Chloe smiled lightly, "Thanks for taking my opinions into consideration. I mean, I'm not going to lie, I am a sucker for arm sleeves. They're like a punk vibe, you know?"

"Yeah, I thought so," Tony nodded. "You still have to decide on the color scheme too."

"Oh, I don't know…" Chloe trailed off when she noticed the second work table beside them. "That wasn't there the last time I was in here."

"To be fair, I get a lot of things done when you don't visit."

Chloe looked over her shoulder. "Ha, ha. I've been taking some me-time. So then, what's the new project?" She took a few steps towards the table.

"It's actually for Twinkle Star." Tony watched Chloe come to an abrupt stop. "She'll be in here by tomorrow."

"Seren?" Chloe could genuinely feel her heart begin to race at a ridiculous speed. "She's here?"

"No, she's off on a mission but Steve's not that far away if you...wanted to see him…?"

Chloe shook her head on the spot. "No!" She turned back to Tony, revealing her widened eyes. "And don't you dare call him to tell him I'm here!"

Tony raised his hands in front of him. "I won't."

Chloe calmed herself. She didn't want her last visit to be filled with yelling and bickering. She came to say goodbye after all. "Listen Tony, I'm not in for exams…"

"Sort of figured that," Tony shrugged, resuming his work on Chloe's suit. "Still taking the 'me time'?"

Chloe nodded. "Yeah and I've been thinking about things. I've never really said thanks for everything you've done for me in these past years."

"Don't go getting sappy on me, Winters."

"I'm just saying...thanks for helping me out as much as you have. I know I haven't made it easy and the fact you've had patience with me is never going to be forgotten."

Tony looked at Chloe curiously. "That sounds weird."

"Why?" Chloe tried smiling as casually as possible. "I'm just expressing my gratitude, that's all."

Tony's gaze lingered on her as he reached for a tool. "Why now all of a sudden?"

"Dunno, just doing some thinking," Chloe shrugged. "I've done a lot of meditation."

"Ah," Tony nodded. "Well, it still sounds sappy and that's not my style."

Chloe smiled at him. "Course it isn't." She walked back to him and hugged him.

"Okay, now I know there's something weird. Get off me!" Tony raised his hands in front of him again. "Chloe!"

Chloe laughed at him. "God, how the hell are you in a relationship? Poor Pepper!"

~ 0 ~

Seren had always felt like an intruder wherever she went, and as much as she was working on it, she couldn't help but have the same feeling as she went through Chloe's old bedroom. Charlotte wasn't kidding when she said the room had been left untouched.

Chloe's room was on the second floor with a beautiful view of the streets. It was the only bedroom to have its door decorated with colorful flowers and a mixture of pictures consisting of Chloe, her family and her old high school friends. Inside, Chloe's pastel pink covers were neatly made over her bed—exactly how she left them on the eve of her last day at home—with a few stuffed animals sitting against the middle cushions.

The small working desk beside the door was also left with old books neatly stacked. Seren saw college pamphlets still sticking out from some of the books. Colorful pens were sprawled over the middle. The closet on the far end was left open, allowing Seren to see how cluttered it actually was.

Chloe Winters owned a lot of clothes. The poor closet seemed like it had thrown up a teenager's wardrobe. Blouses were either hanging halfway or on the floor. Pants were still folded but some of them were threatening to slide down its hangers. The shoes below were mostly mixed. However, through it all, Seren eyed a familiar cheerleader uniform hanging perfectly in its hanger. It was about the only thing left neatly.

That was the first thing Charlotte put inside the box.

"My baby was the best cheerleader," she smiled proudly as she grabbed a portrait off a shelf. She turned it around for Seren to see. "She did gymnastics too. Did she tell you that?"

Seren nodded as she took the portrait into her hands. Sixteen year old Chloe stood proudly holding her pom poms over her head. She was in the middle of a pose. "She did. There's a little competition video of hers floating around the internet."

Charlotte laughed softly. "Yeah, we've seen it countless times. She was almost in the regionals. I know I'm biased because I'm her mother but Chloe really did have talent."

"I know she did — does," Seren said, meeting Charlotte's eye, "She transferred those moves into her work at S.H.I.E.L.D. She is exceptionally talented." Charlotte nodded. Seren picked up another portrait of Chloe's on the bed-stand. Chloe stood with a few other cheerleaders Seren assumed were old friends. "She'll get to have choices again. We'll make sure of it."

In the end, that's what this was all about. Whether or not Chloe spoke to Seren, she would make sure that Chloe had a chance at her old life…if she wanted it.

~0~

It was late in the evening when Chloe returned home. She was more tired tonight than when she came home from multiple tests. But, she knew why. It wasn't tiredness. It was wariness. It was endless wariness of what was to come.

"You did it?" Bucky's sudden presence no longer startled Chloe. Most of the time, she just expected him to suddenly appear in the same room as her, other times the Animinds warned her of him.

Chloe dropped her bag on the floor without a care that it had spilled some of her belongings, amongst them her cellphone. "Yeah, subtle of course," she said, moving towards Bucky. "I texted my friend I told you about. She'll be waiting for us at the dock tomorrow."

"And she can be trusted?" Bucky asked despite knowing that he wouldn't fully trust anyone that wasn't himself or Chloe.

To get across the ocean, Chloe had assured him that her friend, who worked for the C.I.A., would be able to get them a safe passage without being detected by the authorities. Bucky had no problem trusting Chloe — she'd proven herself long ago — but he was wary of anyone else, especially strangers working for the government. It was a natural response that Chloe acknowledged and therefore swore to him that her friend was a good woman.

"Yeah, Citlalli is about the only one I can trust, beside Seren," Chloe nodded, letting out a long breath. "Citlalli is going to be at the docks tomorrow at the time we arranged. She's tall, light skinned, dark hair...she's good, I swear. She's, uh, well connected…"

Bucky gave a small nod. He watched Chloe stand in her spot, eyes gradually falling low. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked her. "Running away isn't easy and much less if you have friends here."

Chloe shrugged. "Seren's been taking care of me ever since she found me. She's always devoted herself to S.H.I.E.L.D. and me and that's not fair. She has someone else in her life now and she deserves to be happy. I got myself into this problem. I can figure it out on my own."

"Well, that's not exactly what I meant—" Bucky started when Chloe jumped on the chance to show him the location where they would be meeting her secret friend. She clearly wasn't open to hearing anything contradicting her and, if he was being honest, Bucky wasn't interested in starting any argument with her.

He had his own problems to deal with.

"So you know where it is?" Chloe asked him towards the end. For all the Winter Soldier training he had, when it came to cell phones, he could use a lesson or two more.

"Yeah," Bucky muttered.

"Good," Chloe tossed her phone on the coffee table, knowing full well she would be leaving it behind the following morning. "So, um, I'll go finish packing and...get some sleep, if I can."

Bucky nodded at her. He would try doing the last bit but he wasn't holding his breath for a miracle.

Chloe met his look for a minute or so — neither really held a timer for when these things happened — and exhaled a breath. It was natural to be afraid of what she was doing, she just hoped she could calm herself when the time came tomorrow.

~ 0 ~

Seren had fought tooth and nail against Tony when she returned that evening from Malibu. Steve had watched the phenomenal argument from the side, knowing exactly who would win in the end — he thought it would be much more amusing to see Tony Stark figure that out for himself. Seren Soul was an adamant woman and she always got what she wanted, especially when it came to her best friend.

"She's not going to answer you," Tony warned after sending Seren the address of Chloe's apartment. "I tried going once and she left me on the other side."

Seren knew what she was getting into by going to Chloe's apartment unannounced, she'd played it out in her head during her flight home. "I don't care if she doesn't answer, I just have to tell her things."

Tony washed his hands of the situation and left Seren to do what she wanted.

"You understand why I'm doing this, right lovey?" Seren had turned to Steve when it was just them in the lab.

It was then that Steve finally made a noise—he leaned off the table with a sigh. "I'd do the same if it was Bucky," he confessed. He'd go wherever Bucky was if he knew the location, even if Bucky didn't answer the door either.

Seren felt a bit of relief hearing Steve's support. She wasn't expecting anything from Chloe. Seren only felt that she had to visit Chloe and tell her what she felt regarding their situation, as well as to bring Chloe's things from Malibu. It was only right.

That same night, Seren grabbed what she'd taken from Chloe's childhood home and headed for Chloe's apartment. She carried the big box in her hands even when Steve offered to take it. He was accompanying her, though he understood it was better to wait downstairs. This was something between Seren and Chloe.

So, Seren trudged along the hallway of Chloe's apartment building until she came to the designated door. She set the box down and raised a hand to knock. Admittedly, it took her a while to gather the necessary courage to knock and even then it hadn't been as strong a knock as she would've liked.

Nobody answered the first time.

Don't be surprised, she wouldn't answer the door for anyone, Seren reminded herself. She knocked again.

On the other side, Bucky stood quiet as a mouse. He'd of course heard the first knock and honestly waited for Chloe to poke her head out of her room to see who it was. She must have actually fallen asleep tonight.

By the third knock, Bucky figured it couldn't have been an enemy. Those aren't the kind of people who would go knocking around. Still, it left very few ideas of who it could be.

Stark, he thought of first. He took the lightest steps towards the door and peeked slightly through the peephole. He couldn't afford the other person catching him so it was a quick peek. It was all he needed—gingers were incredibly easy to spot. And this woman was very orange.

Seren Soul. Bucky remembered the woman from the battle. This was the woman Chloe admired and loved to death. Can't hurt her. Bucky sighed. He couldn't drive her away either without showing his face.

"Chloe?" He suddenly heard. Seren was speaking, thankfully quietly. He heard her sigh. "I know you won't answer me but I also know you might be listening."

'Not completely wrong,' Bucky thought.

"Chloe, I know you think that you hurt me and that I can't forgive you for that but that's not true," Seren said. She leaned the side of her body against the door. "You're my best friend and beyond that, you're like my sister. You might as well be my sister. I love you, Chloe. I can't imagine what you must be feeling but I want to be here for you." Seren looked down at the box beside her and decided to sit down.

On the other side, Bucky heard the movement and assumed what Seren was doing. He was too trained not to know.

Seren made herself as comfortable as she could on the floor, leaning against the door. "I visited your home," she started again, simply going with the presumption that Chloe would be listening, "Your childhood home and I met your Mom. She was really nice, and very worried. She misses you a lot, Chloe, and she loves you. She doesn't quite understand what happened to you but I tried to explain it as best as possible. Chloe, she wants you to come home. Your bedroom...you should've seen it. It's exactly like you left it when you ran away. All your cheerleader stuff is still there, your college pamphlets—it's all still there. Your entire life is still there.

It was hard to imagine Chloe Winters as anything else besides a pawn of Hydra's, but Seren Soul was painting a really good picture of it.

Up until today, Bucky had no idea that Chloe's mother was still alive. He didn't know her family was still alive at all. Chloe made it distinctly clear that she wasn't going to talk about her family. She had made it less clear what the status of her family was. 'They're gone' had been the only thing Chloe said in regards to her family. Granted he shouldn't have just assumed they were dead but given their less than cheerful lives, he went with what seemed about right.

Now here was Seren unknowingly presenting Chloe's life to him and there was a part of him that was getting louder and louder saying 'listen!'.

Chloe was a cheerleader before. She was planning on attending college. She had a life before any of this.

"I brought back some of your stuff from home," Seren went on. She dug out a canary yellow wool sweater with an insignia on the left side. "Your mother was very adamant that I bring you this yellow sweater. It was your favorite, apparently. You got it on a family trip and you always wore it around the house. Said it —" Seren laughed —, "made you feel pretty. As if you really needed it." She put the sweater down and went through the box again, this time picking out a portrait. She opened it from the back and pulled out the picture. "I brought a lot of other stuff too."

Two seconds later, Bucky saw a picture slide under the door. He waited until it was completely on his side before pulling it up. He knew Seren would assume it was Chloe.

"Your mother said it was the last picture your family took together," Seren said.

Bucky immediately spotted Chloe in the center of the picture. She was younger, no doubt the teenager that would soon run away. She was surrounded by two brothers — they appeared older than Chloe. Chloe looked a lot like her mother but she had her father's eyes.

"It was at Santa Monica," Seren kept going, "One of your brother's birthdays."

Sure enough, the Winters family stood on a pier with the ocean in the back. Chloe and one of her brothers held onto ice cream cones. They were all grinning and...very much happy. For a second, Bucky thought he saw something like that in his head but with his own family.

"Chloe, your mother wrote you a letter," Seren announced, startling Bucky. He'd been getting lost in his thoughts...and something else he couldn't quite figure out yet. "I haven't opened it of course, but after visiting her and talking I can pretty much guess what she wrote." In a matter of seconds, she was sliding the envelope under the door.

Bucky gingerly picked it up from the floor and studied the slanted writing on the front.

For Chloe

From, Momma

"She figured you wouldn't want to open it so she insisted that I let you know how much she misses you," Seren said, "Chloe, you know that my life with my parents wasn't all that great. You led, honestly, such a perfect life and I get that having a way to return to that kind of life can also be scary after everything you have been through… but it doesn't have to be exactly like it was before. Doing this surgery can give you the best of both worlds. On the one hand, you'll finally be able to control your powers and who knows, you might turn out to be one of the best heroes this world has ever seen. And on the other hand, you'll be able to see your family again. Your parents love you so much and I'm sure your brothers miss their baby sister too. It's all there waiting for you, and I'll be here right beside you no matter what you decide to do. It's kind of like what Steve said he and Bucky used to say to each other. I'm with you 'til the end of the line."

I'm with you 'til the end of the line. That damn line kept going over in Bucky's head, even without Seren's help. Ever since Steve said that to him on the Helicarrier, Bucky kept thinking about how familiar it was. It was really familiar, like it was something he had once said all the time.

And now here was this woman, Seren Soul who, by Chloe's account, was the most moral, loyal woman she had ever met, saying the same thing to her best friend. Sisters.

Seren decided she had said everything she needed to. "Chloe, I'm leaving the box outside your door. Please look through it. Your mother personally packed it for you." Seren pulled herself up, not bothering to look at the door. "Give me a call or a message, please. I don't have anything to forgive you for. What HYDRA did was horrible but you still have a chance and a pretty good one too to pick the pieces and live your life. I'm sorry for what I did to you. You know that I would rather die than hurt you. I just…I knew that you wouldn't want to hurt people. Still, I'm sorry about everything."

It was the last thing Bucky heard before Seren left. He waited an appropriate time to step outside and even then he did a quick study of the hallway to make sure Seren wasn't hiding anywhere. She kept her word and was long gone.

Bucky picked up the box and brought it inside. He saw the sweater before anything else. It was draped over the box. He gently picked it up, careful not to dirty it as he left it hanging on the couch. He ignored the voice in his head telling him to mind Chloe's privacy but it didn't deter him in the least. He was determined, what for, he wasn't sure yet.

He found a series of pictures with Chloe and her family, a bunch with what he assumed were her old friends. Chloe grinned in each picture. She looked like she was such a cheery girl, nothing like the woman Bucky had gotten to know these past days. He saw medals belonging to gymnastics and remembered briefly that Chloe had mentioned she was thinking about college admissions through gymnastics scholarships. And by the looks of several college stuff (potential scouts), it seemed like she had a good chance at getting in.

HYDRA had taken someone with a bright future and turned her into a puppet. They broke this girl.

And she's going to run away with you. Bucky looked inside the box then at the letter Chloe's mother sent her. They're all still alive.

Bucky gripped the edges of the box until the side that his metal hand was gripping tore a piece. He checked the time on the clock.

It was midnight.

~0~

When Seren met with Steve downstairs, he didn't bother asking her how it went. He saw the deep disappointment in Seren's face. Even though they both knew the chances of Chloe answering the door were slim, Seren still held onto the tiniest of hopes that maybe Chloe maybe would answer the door.

Clearly, it didn't happen.

Seren retreated into Steve's arms and let him hug her as tightly as possible.

"She'll come around," Steve murmured against Seren's head. He pressed a kiss over her hair. "You did what you could, now it's up to her."

Seren knew he was right but it didn't make it any less hard. She didn't make any protest when Steve suggested they go home, in this case it being Stark's Tower.

~0~

Chloe woke up earlier than what she and Bucky had agreed upon. Not wanting to disturb him in case he managed to sleep, Chloe worked slowly around her room. She packed what she needed and only what she needed. She had already made sure to leave behind anything technological like her phone and laptop. Once it was time, she left her room and headed for the living room. She expected Bucky to be waiting for her, at the very least watching the window like a hawk for anything suspicious.

"Bucky?" She called around when she felt things were too quiet. She spotted a cardboard box on top of the coffee table with a familiar sweater she hadn't seen in ages.

Her heart hammered.

"Bucky!?" She started calling more urgently. She dropped her bag and hurried up to the box to see for herself. She pulled out the sweater and immediately knew it was hers. More than that, the stuff inside the box was also hers. It was all hers.

Her college collages, her cheerleader uniform, the pictures she had in her old bedroom. It was all hers! How could it be!?

"Bucky!?" She exclaimed again, desperately waiting to hear a noise in return, at least the scruff of his heavy boots or something. "Bucky, c'mon!" She soon spotted an envelope with her name on it. That was her mother's handwriting. She would recognize it anywhere.

Beside it was another paper, this one torn and the handwriting was unfamiliar. Chloe scrambled for the second paper.

Winters, your best friend stopped by with the box. She visited your family and met your mother. She was adamant that you go through the box. I did. Hydra messed me up beyond belief and I have nothing to go back to but that's not your case. You still have a family, you have that friend of yours willing to stick by your side. You still have a chance to repair what Hydra did to you. Take the opportunity and trust that Stark. One of us should get to take back the years we lost and I think you deserve to be the one.

Your ally.

Not signing it with his name was a smart move indeed. Chloe held the paper in her hands tightly to the point that her knuckles went pale white. Her eyes blurred as the tears overwhelmed them.

He was gone.

Bucky had taken off without her.

[ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey]

🥳 and ✨ pleasee

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

I think I started writing fanfic in my senior year in college. I was in the midst of a very traumatic breakup and something about jumping into a different reality was very appealing at the time. I'd always loved to write, and been unhealthily obsessed with HP, and so it flowed from there. Now I just really enjoy it as a hobby, though there's always a bit of escapism in it, I think.

I think my fanfic reading gateway might've been TLAT? I read that and was like omg, people are posting these masterpieces for FREE?? Still feel that way tbh.

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

Oh wow I love this question, diving into my AO3 inbox is such a joy. It is my greatest shame that I am NOTORIOUSLY bad at responding to comments, so if you've ever left me a comment please know it was read and so very appreciated.

From @whatthefawkes, who has left so many lovely comments, this one in particular on Come Stay for the Summer makes me really happy:

This will sound absolutely silly, but whenever I need a pick me up, I come to reread this (spoiler alert: I've lost count of how many times I reread it). This fanfic is, for sure, my favorite Harry/Ginny AU of all time. I adore how you describe every single of the characters, their friendship, how they fall in love, and everything. Really, everything. I don't have enough words to say how amazing this is and how thankful I'm that you shared it.

The idea that people would return to something I've written for a pick-me-up brings me so much joy - it makes me think of all the ways we affect one another without even knowing it, and all the times that other people have made me feel better with their writing.

From @the-dream-team, who also has graced my inbox with SO MANY LOVELY AMAZING WORDS, but this one in particular on She Did:

Okay, you’re making it way too hard to choose a favorite chapter now!! What the heck!!! I think I might have died and gone to heaven reading this one!!! If I were to copy and paste every incredible line that I fell head over heels in love with, you’d just be rereading this entire chapter in the comment section xD But I’ll try!!! “I’m right here,” James pointed out with a smirk. “I’m meant to be champagne, aren’t I?” Ahavgxsjambdhdus STOP THAT OMG “She could feel his smile spread out beneath her fingers and she wondered if she could pocket it for later.” Shut the heck up this is a perfect line, I’m obsessed. “She wanted his bubbly champagne sunshine, so that she might bask in his warmth, like a needy little plant in his garden.” This is so beautiful and is such a lovely visual and perfectly shows her desperation to find some light in all the darkness around her oooof it hurts my heart but James IS champaign!! He really is and it’s amazing seeing these two get to this place together <3 The piggy back rides had me absolutely feral ohmyfuckinggod. These kids are too much!! My heart is bursting with love for them!! They’ve been on such a journey!! And it’s so lovely seeing them end up where they belong :’)

You know when you tinker over a few lines to try to get them just right, to try to capture the exact feeling you want to portray? And then you secretly love those few lines, and hope that they affect people the way you wanted them to? And then some queen goes and hand picks those exact lines to tell you how much they loved them? Inject that feeling into my veins.

[athena11118]

i want to write a fanfic where Lp!Athanasia met a beautiful male dancer from Siodonna she completely fell in love with him but he reject her thinking she was like the rest of nobels only wanting him for sex.

Athanasia understood and took the rejection with ease but when she found out that the male dancer was struggling and dealing with shits, she cut off some of her budgets just so she could help him. He thinks she only does it so she could buy his love, not realizing she did it because she admired how strong he is and how brave he is.

They started to talk not much but just a normal amount. The dancer realized he's starting to fall for the forgotten princess but he's in denial. He thinks about her all day, all nights but he refused to accept.

Athanasia would visit him almost everyday but one day she completely stopped. The dancer wondered why the princess stopped coming to visit him.

One day while he was buying foods in the market, he suddenly saw crowds of people surronding the execution area. He wondered why because it had been a long time since someone got executed.

He somehow managed to get in the front line to see his princess about to be executed for poisoning the "lovely princess Jennette".

Everyone was yelling and shouting at the the villainess princess while the lovely princess Jennette was begging her father the emperor to spare her little sister.

The dancer just stood there in shock and frozen. He couldn't think about anything or do anything. He was frozen not knowing what to do.

The poor princess was covered in bruises because she was beatened up in the prison cells and starved. She looked so pale, her eyes were dull.

And then finally she was executed.

Gone from the cruel world.

Somehow the dancer and Jennette teamed up to take revenge for their love one death. Jennette lost her younger sister while the dancer lost his lover.

Luca came back from the world tree, existed to meet Athanasia again just to find out she was executed.

The dancer, Luca and Jennette teamed up and turned back time to take their revenge and make sure Athanasia is safe.

Of course Athanasia remembered her previous life.

Female Empreror!Athanasia

The legendary magician of the black tower!Luca

The black magician!Jennette

And the future prince consort! The dancer (still thinking about name)

I did this at 3 in the morning so it's probably weird as fuck.